Sunday, 29 January 2012
CHILDHOOD DREAMS REVISITED
The solemn dark earth was a shrine of orbs. Shining, glowing orbs, as grand as the sun, perched on top of installations thousands of meters high. These were the Gods, the entity They coveted, the being They fought over. When they fell, countless white debris showered Their heads, Their mouths murmuring prayers.
My head turned, and I found myself awake in the dark. Alone, frightened, and disturbed.
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