kibzy786
I dreamt of a tyrant last night. We were rebelling, my family and me, and I knew it was fruitless. The futility of it made it a nightmare. They were brutal and stealing trains to kill. They were definitely planning to kill.
There were walls in his mind. He kept them there to make sure he never had to think about those times again, and most of the time, it worked. But there were days... His walls had never been perfect. They had holes in the stangest of places; a smell here, a word there, sent him spinning into a montage of memories he'd never quite been able to eras And each time, he'd brave the flood, feel it getting into him through his nose and mouth, filling his lungs with panic and regret. And pain. Always pain. And each time he'd walk through the rubble and each time he had to build another wall - just another cellophane barrier between him and the life he has now.
A suggestion was made to me the other day to go back to my own country. The funny thing is, I'm already in it. And God didn't SUGGEST I be born here, exist here because of my grandfathers' hard work and determination. He decreed it. So, suggest away, fellow human, you wish is NOT my command.
We're all on a train going down a railroad. Most of the time we can't control the speed we're headed at or the direction we go in but every once in a while we have chance to adjust the tracks.