Concrete imaginary

The room dark but a open door and window let some light in. I was among friends playing cards on a grey shanty table. But even among friends I had an uneasy feeling as if something was watching me from the darkness. For some unknown reason, I got up and started running out (perhaps this was a primal instinct to run away from danger) and the next thing I knew I was in a tunnel That was dimly lit up by oil lamps and kept on changing. One moment it was a dug-out dirt tunnel and held up with wooden beams and the next I was in a dark old stone tunnel. I saw 3 lights that glistened red in pitch black darkness in one of these tunnels. They eerily rotated and I felt as if eyes staring me down. These lights Shot right through me and petrified me. It gave a weird feeling of something watching its prey before it eats it. Before I knew it I was forcibly woken up by my conscience in my bed. I sat there sweating fore head down trying to collect the weird mash of a dream this was. Like most dreams this one made no sense, but one that did make sense was the weird sensation that felt like something was behind me.

Life Is Beautiful By Dean Yang

It’s a beautiful smile

It’s a gentle voice that graces our ears

It’s a hurdle and tall walls

It’s a shroud of darkness

It’s a painful wound

It’s a present of joy

It’s a Savory Tune

It’s a Free Mind, body and soul

It’s a bed and blankets

It’s a Bowl of noodles

It’s an unconditional friend

It’s a Dream fulfilled

It’s a Life lived as if death were tomorrow

It’s a Pencil and paper

It’s a Bucket of food