Ever happened to you? A weird feeling surrounds you every
time even if you try not to think about it. May be, may be not. Have you ever
thought before falling asleep that the day you lived might get last day of your
life? No. Never.
I thought about that. I used to think a lot. And I was
afraid. I was not scared of death, I was scared. What if I die without digging
my dreams out? What if that rose gets dry and turned into humus. What if my
dreams suffocate there till end of the world? What if…..
I was really worried about them. So after thinking and
re-thinking, I had courage to dig them before the rose gets dry. It took too
much strength. I dug them with bare hands, my fingers bled and my nails broke. After
all this once again I had my dreams in my hands. Covered by soil and dirt but
still fresh and fragrant. I don’t want to bury them again. And I don’t want
them to be forgotten.
But…….
Do you know your future? Do you know what is there behind
tomorrow?
I know I will survive my present, my weakness. But can I
survive the scars of present?
It’s just like your scariest dream had come to live.
I don’t want to die leaving my dreams orphaned. Before I die
I want to complete my stupid childish novel, I want people to read it and
laugh. I want my website to be published and known. I want to be heard. I want to be read. I want
to be loved with all my dreams.
Before I die….. I want to survive….
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