ONE MORE DREAM IN A DAY

Sitting here in profound silence, embraced by the tender melody of a song playing in the background... Am I allowing myself to indulge in yet another daydream?

Since the early morning hours, I have been lost in my thoughts, daydreaming persistently. It feels as if a girl has appeared by my side, reminding me of all my vulnerabilities in the darkness. My feeble attempts to reach out to her seem driven by an unconscious longing, guided by my secret desires hidden within the shadows. Yes, she is there, so close by. I can almost feel my arm around her, but I know it is my own weakness mocking me, preventing me from doing anything foolish. Every time I hold her, every time I yearn for something different, my weakness taunts me mercilessly. I wonder how I can endure the thought that she might truly be there, reminding me of all my vulnerabilities.

My dear little girl, do you still dream of being a prince, riding alone through the birch woods? And would you like to hear my first dream? Under those very birch woods, all I want is to be a dreamy horse, not caring about who is on my back. In that dream, I will sprout wings and fly with you to a certain lake, where an ancient castle stands beside its shores. You see, my prince, atop that castle lies another life of yours, a princess trapped in an eternal slumber, not dreaming of a prince who could awaken her. Yes, that's my very first dream in the morning.

At times, I feel an overwhelming homesickness. I recently read in the newspaper that a tempest is approaching in the coming days, and to make matters worse, the hurricane center is headed towards DN. It brings back memories of last year when my father and I climbed onto the roof to secure everything before the storm arrived. Prior to that, my friends and I had an odd fascination with eagerly awaiting the storm's arrival, solely for the prospect of having a few days off, oblivious to the potential dangers. How could I have entertained such a peculiar interest for so long? Now, far away from home, I am surprised by my genuine concerns. I simply yearn for one more dream, where the eye of the hurricane dissolves into the desolate ocean. I hold onto that hope within an afternoon reverie.

There are moments when I must believe in what we call "fate." Like tonight, when I engaged in a conversation with a peculiar yet strangely familiar individual I had heard about long ago. Our exchange left me pondering. How can love between humans be so resilient? Distance and time seem insignificant when something remains alive within. It's like a foolish heartbeat shared between two souls, a constant challenge of holding on and letting go. Why don't the memories of love fade away? Why do they persist for both...

And why does no one share with me a fragment of a midnight dream...?