My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys
And I heard slow music escaping
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,
"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat,
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming."
How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!
Atunci când burniţa descurajării mă îngrozeşte, fă ca viaţa mea spirituală să înflorească.. fă să dispară ceaţa groasă care îmi învăluie fiinţa întreagă ! Fii Tu Soarele neprihănirii care să strălucească !
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Live like you would die tomorrow, learn like you would live forever! (Gandhi) All artwork, music and photography is of my creation and all are originals if not otherwise stated.
