I wonder about things. I wonder why my dreams seem so real? Why is it that when I think of certain things my chest tightens and my eyes tear up without reason? Sometimes I wonder if my dreams are more than just dreams. As silly as it sounds, I wonder, if there could be something to those thoughts that enter my mind right before I fall asleep. When I wake up in the morning I can't quite remember what it was that I was thinking of but there is a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach the rest of the morning. It is all a blur, as if I had just spent the night somewhere else, as someone else. Like I had escaped from everything that I am now back in the thick of. I wonder where I was, or who I was, or who was I with. The hollow feeling in my stomach reminds me so much of the butterfly feeling of love but that can't come from my dreams. Who could be that person, that thing in my dream that leaves me so breathless, so enchanted yet so evasive? When I dream of them, everything seems to slow down to the point of crippleing my thoughts. I know this can't be real but even at that, I simply wish to float there, rest there, forget there, but my alarm clock always sounds before I discover that which I am wondering about. What is the answer to the mystery? My disapointment is replaced only by the hope of dreaming this dream again tomorrow. Who is that man in the outreaches of my dreams? Who is it that draws me back night after night? Who is it that brings about a passion that I have not felt in some time? Who is that man that exudes peace that seems more paint like than real?
I wonder, could that be God?
I wonder, could that be God?
