Time
I dreamt of a man from a different time…
A man that embodied the very portrayal of my physical self… and whose perception… was my very own.
In a surreal sense, we were the same being…
I could hear his every thought… feel his every emotion… conduct his every action.
In him, I felt a stillness of both heart and mind. A stillness in which I have never thought possible.
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The nameless man opened his eyes to the bluest of skies…
And yet… he felt somewhat different, an absence of weight… his feet… pressured by nothing.
He smiled as he soon realized that it was because he was lying on his back…
He moved his hands… feeling the ground…
Dry… hard… sand…
The man inhaled carefully… gathered his strength… and closed his eyes…
He stood up… exhaled gracefully… and opened his eyes to the horizon lining…
Shadows in his mind told him that he was in a desert… and now his doubts… were completely gone.
The nameless man looked down to his feet… only to see that he wore sandals…
He looked upon himself… only to see that he wore Arabian garments… and a scarf covering his neck…
The time, place, and clothing were beginning to make sense… but not to him, as he never questioned them, nor did he need to…
They were beginning to make sense to me…
The man dared to look left… where he would find an army of men upon horses, all in perfect formation…
The man dared to look right… where he would find another army… men upon horses, all… in perfect formation…
Still… he questioned nothing…
Whereas I… questioned everything…
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A general from each army rode their way out from the midst of their surrounding officers…
They rode towards the nameless man… purposefully…
As they approached, I began to understand why this man stood where he did… rather… what this man was standing upon…
The generals arrived, as they sought to resolve their differences upon the neutral ground that this man represented…
Their voices were loud… angry… and proud…
The man stood between the two warriors in vain… he tried with everything in his being… to save them from their hate…
They would not listen…
The two generals rode to their armies…
The nameless man had failed to stop the war…
He reached with his arms a final time…
I woke up… with my arms in the air… reaching the nameless man’s final reach.
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Artwork: Vladstudio
