Waking up in a cornfield, an azure sky, an emerald field, the smell of sweet corns and a sense of ease, scanning the horizon and seeing the castle. Black against blue, a striking silhouette, a talented painter's opus magnum. Standing there entranced in an absence of physical irritants , choosing to walk towards the familiar longing for a home you never knew, only to be woken up to your bedroom wall, all plastered and tidy. All too familiar yet too alien.
We are all the same, walking towards the distant castle only to wake up and forget. Only racked by guilt and loss in the most private and peaceful of moments. We keep going, adamant, ignorant of the truth.
We will never reach the castle, the fields will never end, the castle is empty, no king nor queen, no hearth in the wide halls, the towers have never opened to the sky, there are no rats in the dungeons or adornments in the great hall.
We are alone, we are walking, and we will forget and so will you.
Comments