Do you dream your future? Do you dream your past? Do you truly know that this is not the same very dream of the present?
We are mortals and sentient. We record the outside – the world, the inside – the scenarios of „What would’ve been?”.
We like to believe that there is a thin line,
delimiters along the linearity of time.
We dream about anything
just to ease our pain, to sooth our demons and to help us breathe.
We dream ourselves here and there and, by time, the décor darkens –
born from a cancerous stain
eating on your brain
making you believe that you are still you with every day that passes.
The darkness rushes in
and the theater’s walls begin to tremble in fear,
in pain, in loneliness.
The light of one star shines on one’s head, a last hope, a last chance, a last of that dream, of that outside we have recorded, a last breath.
In a glimpse, another dream(s)…
Emanuel Ștefancu 