The
other night, with his eyes half open, he was dreaming of the present and the
future. Fathoming hints hidden in the subconscious mind, and seeing what was to
come next.
The
other night, with his eyes closed, he was dreaming of the present. Wondering
where he was heading in life. What he once had and never cared for, today he
longed for that.
The
other night, with his eyes open, he was dreaming of the past. Pondering over what
went wrong, and why he was suffering though it wasn't his fault.
The
other night, he was quite. The eerie calmness pointed to the lull before the
storm. Like a volcano, he will burst one day. There's too much for the little
shoulders to take. When boys of his age are having fun, he is battling a war on
the personal front.
And
now, every night, he doesn't dream, he doesn't think... he doesn't sleep.
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