My Dreams Are Never Complete


Image by: Amalia Iuliana Chitulescu

Image by: Amalia Iuliana Chitulescu

Calling home. You picked up the phone. I heard your voice yelling: It’s me, I am free. I was very happy, started jumping. I almost see the features of your lovely face constructed by joy. I was coming to see you, our mother was glad in her old age.

As I was about to come and meet you, suddenly my phone rings, and I wake up. Why it is always something wakes me up in the most vital moment in my dreams? A moment where everything will be finally settled. My phone rings, a bird chirps, my cat tickles my face with her whiskers. And if there was nothing physical to wake me up, my eyes simply open. I am not allowed to have a complete dream, I don’t understand why? Will I be so attached to this world of possibilities that I will never wanna get out from it?

So what if  I was lost inside my dreamland forever, it is much nicer over there. At least you will be fine, and I can see your face again.

About Hummingbird

Feels strange when I talk about myself. It is just me.
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