A Six Year Slumber
Were we meant for this? Do our lungs fill with air only at the sight of that which takes your breath away? Does our blood flow because our hearts beat on and on and on and on to the rhythm of a diligent drum? Does our thirst get extinguished with helpings of plum flavored passion while our stomachs receive rations for we stay hungry? Do our gazing eyes stay lovingly fixed on the horizon of future while we smell the sweet fragrances of the present and hear the harmonious humming of all the peoples’ hometowns? We don’t know where we will lay our heads to rest and we only wake to realize that this reality is a dream. We are always sleeping. We are always dreaming.
