Once you found yourself sitting on the bench alone— thinking about how nice your life was.
You know exactly that the past is in the past and —you’d get nothing from it.
But— your thoughts brought you to the moments when everything was so perfect.
Your family loved you, your friends were around, and your life was colorful.
You did not have time to hate people, to be sad—to be miserable.
Then, suddenly you brought yourself comparing your life now —and back.
It was so good to experience one more time of those—you reckoned
But—again you realized— it was impossible
Then you groaned and saw the sky above
You were thinking about how different the sky was— back then
You pictured your beloved people smiling to you and how you wish you could— once more— to get yourself back to
You pinched yourself of your stupidity and turned your gaze to the grass below
You were barefoot so you could sense the dancing grass
You stepped toward and just strode away— from the bench
You stared at this tree—the tree of your past
How you spent your time with your father, mother and your brothers
The weird was you could hear their laughing in the air
You saw your father telling your brothers and you how his life had been— before he met your mother
You were all laughing at the right moment
It was, you thought—a past
You started thinking about your past, your father’s and everybody’s
How everything you got now would also— be a past
You were keen to tell your children about how wonderful your life had been
But, you couldn’t— because you did not get that
How could I make it?—you pushed your brain to think
You searched the answer —laying on back of your mind
“I have to live my life, I have to live consciously, I have to— wake up”
Then, you woke up and found yourself in your bedroom—sweating under the moonlight.