It is just a dream.
Yet,
a very terrifying one indeed.

You will die.
Memories gone.
All is temporary.
You know it.
You push it away.

You put bricks of delusion
and lies
on top it.

How else could you survive?

But,
could it be,
paradoxically,
coming back,
destroying the building that we built,
that we think is us,
lead to salvation?

Look at a child when it holds a flower
and vehemently laughs.
That magical appreciation for life is in us,
somewhere deep down,
still lurking.

How do you get there?

You will die.
You will die.
Your parents will die.
Your child.
You.
Your friends.
Your memories.

Your, your, your, your your your...

What is you?
What will die?

What is you?!?!

When you lose you,
for a moment,
it seems that underneath all the masks and demons,
is peace,
harmony,
love.

How come?
Who or what,
is destroying the peace and love?

How sick is it?

Forces of nature rules, right?
But it seems,
we can sever the ties with it,
even if for a moment,
that moment of harmony,
when those ties are no longer there,
that magical appreciation can come back,
even if for a moment.

You can only save yourself.
If you do,
others around will be saved as well.

But you won't.

Most likely...