(I just woke up from a dream, this is an attempt at writing it down right away. But writing down your dreams is really hard to do. This is not a commentary, this is an honest attempt at recollection. Sorry for the crappy way it is written)
Walking into the cityscape
Three of us hauling a trashcan
A trashcan full of empty tins and garbage
Bombs falling on the horizon
Walking into the cityscape
Through buildings and weary weak people
Weak people all around, starving
No one seemed to bother us
We pour out the garbage can in their midst
We turn to leave
As the hordes gather around the worthless trash in desperation
We walk away from the cityscape
Back the way we came
Wary not to get to close
Avoiding those with the brown blotches
The plague on their skin
Careful, lest we contract the illness
We march away from the desperation
Back the way we came
Overhearing one sickly figure say to the other…
“At least we have Trump, what do you have? Bernie Sanders?”
I recognized then, that no one could actually see their surroundings
They thought they were free
Free of the war and poverty
Free of the disease, starvation, and death
I was jealous of their hope, their hope in change to come
And I was astonished by the effectiveness of the deception
That one politician could save them
From the current events happening all around
(This is when I woke up, went to the bathroom, then began writing this down. Good morning, I think I’m going to cherish my coffee today, after I thank God for this moment that I have. For every moment that I have. For this relative ease, and my morning meal. Be well strangers. Thank you for reading me over these many years.)
MindWorld 