A Silent Walk

Last night, I had a good sleep. I had a dream. I was walking with him.
It was a happy walk. We were heading briskly to a new place.
The road was wide.
It was beautiful.
The grasses we passed by were trimmed.
Everything along the way seemed to be carefully thought of.
Planned, yes. Yet mysterious.

The flowers were blooming with whispers of Hope. Mine. His.
Along the way were unknown faces. Unfamiliar yet warm.
I got excited. With the Place. The Beauty. The People. Their Kindness.
His Greatness.
I have thought of drafting a story about the peculiarity of everything.
The feeling was just magical. Strange yet special.
I thought my fairy tale story was about to begin.

Along the way, I suddenly realized that he was holding my hand.
No, he was gripping. Tight.
But I couldn't feel it.
I looked at him.
His sincerity emanated. His kindness flashed. His hope erupted.
I have seen everything beyond but not him. Not him.
Yet he was holding me, tight.
Walking me to the unfamiliar dream.
We were walking together but I was so alone.
He was holding me but I felt Alone.

Still, I decided to walk. With him.
Hoping that one day, I could feel his presence.
I even told my fairy to sprinkle love in my heart.
I wanted to love him. Not just esteem.
But I was walled.
I couldn't.
And I couldn't hurt him more.

And so I decided to step back a little.
Then I found my feet running. Running back to that old and narrow road.
Back to where I once got wounded by rough stones.
Thorned flowers. Wild grasses.
Where I cried in pain. Shouted in fright.
Back to where there's no possibility. Only hopes. Dreams. And prayers.
Back to where I have buried my heart's true longing.
Back to where the bittersweet memoirs are.
Back to my happiness.
To where my heart is.

Yes, in my dream, I walked back to that old, narrow road.
I walked back.
Silently. Yet victoriously.

The next time I'd travel,
I'll take that someone I almost left.
And I know I'll never walk alone again, never.