Smile

Dreams are the most unexplained occurence to me. The inner workings of my mind are so complex, they create stories and illusions that I have no idea what they mean. Strange though that it seems that the emotions I experience when awake are channelled to my subconscious. I want to find answers, direct and truthful answers, to my dreams. However, all we ever have are interpretations. No sure meaning to it. Why can't it just mean as it is? Why cant the dreams be what you really want to happen? Why do sometimes, they all have to be just deja vu's? Frustrating isn't it? It's making your world alot more complicated. Dreams makes you hope for something that can't happen even though you really want it to happen. They're all just analogies, metaphorical images in your head. And they won't give you any straight answer.

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I was curious then. I wanted to know what will happen if I go to the other side. I saw people I know, heard strange voices, and they keep on beckoning me to go and explore. The plank was close, only a few more steps and everything will change. Somehow those people I know, they seem to fade away and appear every now and then.

They can't be ghosts.. are they just illusions?

Closer and closer, I walked to the plank. It was clear below, but I can't see the bottom of the ground. They are all just blurred images. I looked back from where I stood before and saw no one there. There's this strange ache inside, thinking no one's there to see me off... no one cared enough for me to run back to. I shook my head and heard again those voices. One thing I noticed, my face was blank. No emotion can be seen on it. Weird, I felt light and emotionless, but I don't feel cold at all.

At that very last step, you grabbed my hand. Stunned, I couldn't move anymore, and the voices are fading to nothing all of a sudden. It took some time before I recognized you and you didn't let me go. I took a step back and I know it was quite a long time that I stared at you.

Did you see  even that longing on my face? How I missed your touch? Those shiny glasses? And I know, I had that weird expression on my face.. I was standing there, holding on to your hand. I could still jump you know? But I couldn't. It wasn't your touch that stopped me...

It was your smile.