CYCLE - RECYCLE - TRANSFORM

CYCLE - RECYCLE - TRANSFORM

A Story by isia

Shhhuuuup. Eyes open. Welcome back. How was the journey? What journey you ask? The one you decided to take every 16 hours. No, let’s not be romantical fools. You do not decide. It is all programmed, and you just follow the rules. So insignificant and weak you, that have no power to stand up for yourself. Oh, why do you frown, my little friend? Was I too harsh? Did you want me to assure you that we are beasts having full control over all matters? No, it’s not how it works. You must go back to your unconscious state, you must transform. Transform means to move, to relocate. You are relocating every single night, or two if you have nagging deadline. They say, that travels are educational. Then, what today’s lesson was about? Oh, learning something new wasn’t a purpose of your dream? Or maybe, dreaming repeated over and over again become something so ordinary that lost its meaning?

© 2018 isia


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Added on April 30, 2018
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