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[manueldonserafim]

🌀 The Dream of the Dream

#O que o ser humano precisa para ser feliz

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It was mid-February, but in her mind winter was already a distant affair.

She'd told herself in September,

when the first chill in the air seemed to say the sun had grown tired,

that she would not let the seasons throw her around like she was

a ragged doll.

So she puffed warm air into the icy atmosphere for three long months,

and tried not to mind her cold toes in the mornings;

the sun still set a little early for her taste, 

and so she became closely acquainted with the dark.

It wasn't so bad.

But by the second month of the new year,

she still wore layers and woolen hats,

but her mind had left this desolate place.

She was dreaming of early sunrises and summer storms,

or simply cracking open a window to let refreshing air in.

She heard talk of an upcoming snow storm,

but to her it sounded foreign, because her mind was bathing by the pool,

dancing in the sun. 

Maybe, she thought.

Maybe soon. 

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She’d lost her own opinions. She was either too apathetic or too kind to even consider the fact that someone could have a wrong opinion, ever. She was just too flexible, like rubber. People punched holes into her. She forgave them. When given two things to choose between, she was indecisive to the point where she just didn’t know what to do. It seemed that she’d dropped into the hole of nothingness and there seemed to be no way back out, not even a rope to cling to or a wall to lean against. She was utterly alone. And she might’ve even hurt herself on the way down; she felt broken. Like glass. But she wasn’t sharp, she had no shape or form, no edges to cut any careless passerby. She was more like sand. You could pour her into a jar and she would take its form. You could pick her up but she’d just slip through your fingers. If you add a bit of water, you could shape her into whatever you want. But after you leave, the wind will come and soon she’ll fall back into a shapeless pile until the next person stops by. 

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"Did you fall in love with me?" He asked her suddenly, stopping them in their tracks. He had seen the way she looked at him, the same way he used to see her look at the sky. 

"I wouldn't call it love," She said, keeping her eyes locked with his. She was fearless.

"What is it then?"

"Infatuation, maybe? Admiration?" She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"You admire me?" He asked rather incredulously. 

"Yes," She replied curtly. "Why do you sound surprised?"

"Because I'm useless. Why would you admire me?"

"I once met a lady who admired the stars," She said, smiling and turning to the sky, at all the glittering sprinkles that dotted the vast black canvas above their heads.  "She said she didn't care if people thought they were useless, that some thought they hung on the sky solely for aesthetically pleasing purposes, or that most other people neglected to acknowledge their existence anyway. The stars never failed to shine bright every night, despite what insignificant human specks thought or said about them. Because who knows, for some planet out there, they could be the sun. They could be the one thing that brings light and brings life, and for that one planet they will shine as long as they can. It's really quite admirable."

There was a short silence as he processed how to respond to this. "You think I'm like one of those stars?" 

"Of course," She said. 

"I don't shine for any planet though," He said. "No one relies on me like the earth does to the sun."

"Well, I've always wondered," She said. "Does the sun know of the earth's existence? Does he rise and set for us, like we think he does? Or does he simply shine his light regardless, in hopes that someone out there will feel warmth from his rays?"

"Maybe the sun doesn't shine for anybody," He said. "Maybe he shines for himself."

"Maybe he does," She said, smiling at him, as if he'd just solved a mystery. "He shines for himself, but in doing so, his light reaches others. Don't you think that's admirable?"

He shrugged, she smiled, and they walked on. 

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Before,

I didn't care much for 

the routine of this world 

because I resided in a completely

different reality. 

For all I cared, the sun

didn't have to rise in the east.

The stars

didn't have to align themselves

just right in the sky.

I thought, who needs a sky

when you have your dreams to

take you

higher?

But

for you, I wanted that sky

I wanted the stars

to shine for us,

the sun

to rise for us.

~

Before,

they told me c-a-t spelled cat,

two plus two was four,

and I drew dandelions all over 

my test papers.

But now I sit and learn

to spell out words

to spell out my feelings.

For you I added 

two plus two,

me plus you.

~

I didn't like rain,

so I pretended it

didn't exist. 

But when you told me

your favorite song was

the raindrops,

I brought out my umbrella

for you.

I left my dreamland 

to live in a world

where you lived in

too.

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She'd once been in love.

Seventeen years of age, long black hair, skinny ankles, skinnier wrists. She spent too much time picking out outfits for school at night before going to bed, too much money on lip glosses and perfumes at the drug store. Those were the days when she was vulnerable, just a young girl with a wandering mind and little ambitions. Those were the days when she thought she knew everything. She was whole and planned never to be broken, and she believed the whole world was at her fingertips. 

He'd once fallen, as well. 

Green eyes, cold hands, and a smile that hardly ever left his face. He was not ready for love as it was not ready for him. He was everywhere, all the time. Dropping by Starbucks quickly in the morning before the warning bell rang, sitting in three different seats at the cafeteria in one lunch period, on the track field after school, in the library later, and at the mall after that, at the community center and the smoothie shop and cruising down the intersection towards his next destination, wherever that was. He never meant to fall. He never had time for such things. 

But he did, she did, and she was scared she would never be enough and he wondered why she sometimes pretended not to see him, but then he took her hand one day and she let him, and the world was perfect for three months. In April they shared umbrellas and studied together at the coffee shop, quizzing each other on organic chemistry over a nice cup of mocha frappacino. In May they woke up early to walk to school together, even though it was a long walk, they never ran out of questions to ask and mysteries to solve. In June they took a day trip to the city and they stayed til nighttime. There were no stars but the world was bright as ever and he got out his guitar and they laughed and sang until the sun came up. 

And in July two hearts were broken. 

By September her hair was shorter, her eyes were a little darker, and she'd tossed out all her old perfumes and picked out her outfits in the mornings now. She walked with purpose but her confident steps did not reflect how very scared she was, how even the kindest people could seem to her like a threat. And she finally had her goals set straight but her mind set wild; there were too many thoughts for her to sleep at night and too little caffeine to keep her awake in the morning.

His eyes had become paler, his smile was careful and his laugh was still lovely yet sometimes off-key. He was in Starbucks even more than before, but not much anywhere else. He still played his guitar, but only ever at night, when there was a cool breeze and all the stars were out. He'd noticed that the sky was the brightest thing at night, and learned all the constellations in a week and a half and sang to the stars everything he could hide behind his smile. 

And this was the way they were the next time they would fall. 

And a different person the next, and the next, and the next.

But she would always remember his contagious smile and his adventurous spirit, he would remember her pretty laugh and innocent mind, and they would stay like that forever, frozen in memory, laughing together late at night by the streets in the city, existing only together in that moment for eternity.