Inside the Dreamer

Run from Paradise

I have been walking into nowhere, looking for a place to call as "My Spot".

I came across a white wooden door...

Anyone would've thought that it is attached to a house — it's not. All I could see was the door.

I opened it.

A two-steps downward staircase is right in front of me; I went down and there was another white wooden door.

I opened it.

A strong wind forcefully slammed all over me. I closed my eyes from the impact and when I tried to open it—

"Woah..." That's all I could say.

I am extremely amazed on what I have discovered. My eyes couldn't comprehend how beautiful this place is, who would have thought that there is such a view behind this door?

Expectacular.

There was a wooden bridge that you can easily tell that it's old. Thick fogs are all over the place - enough to cover the surroundings in both sides the bridge, yet you can still see the elegancy of the colorful plants and flowers in it. Despite them growing on a megalith, I didn't find it weird nor suspicious.

A non-ordinary tree is easily noticed on the left side of the wooden bridge, from my standing. The leaves are falling off of the tree because of the wind, and it is enough to make you feel like you are flowing, floating and swaying along the leaves that is dancing with the wind.

The beauty of the sunset made it more special; a mixture of pink, red, orange and yellow filled the sky - freaking spectacular.

I took a deep breath...

"It smells really nice," I thought.

I made my way outsi—inside? I have no idea. My eyes couldn't focus in one place, it keep on playing with my surroundings. From the moment I took my first step; it started from the floor of the bridge, to my left — where the tree is sitting, to my right that's emphasizing the sunset.

I don't know how to grasp the idea of 'behind this door, there is THIS.'

The bridge is broken; you can see the continuation of it but you cannot jump across because of the missing steps. I will fall.

From my standing — around 7 to 8 steps from the door; I peeked from the gap to see what could I fall into, but all I saw was the thick fog. My mind says that I'm above the mountain or something really high, and when I fall I will die.

I looked back to check if the door was still there and maybe these are all hallucination and illusion. I confirmed that I wasn'r when I saw the similar door I already opened twice.

There's just no way this thing is real.

I took my phone out of my pocket and filmed the place - it's beauty and on how much I would love to share this. Fucking shitty thing to do, I know. I've thought of that too while filming but I just couldn't keep it within myself. Sharing it to a friend, maybe?

Something caught my attention from the side of my eye, I quickly turned my gaze to find out. It's an animal — a carabao! Not from afar. It's standing from— I have no idea where, all I can see are fogs.

It's looking at me — angrily, I must say. I can tell from the gaze it gives off that I did something wrong that I didn't mean to and I have no idea what.

My heart skipped a beat.

I am starting to get anxious with each passing moment in between the stare.

My heartbeat slowly rushed...