The ballad of Ranchu

He was born for great things, that he knew. What it was ,he did not know yet but he could feel it, he could feel it beating along with his heart in constant competition ,teasing and reminding it that Faith was just as important. The others did not understand, they were too content within the confinements of the “see-through” wall, for them it was the world and it was enough. For Ranchu, it was a prison, a prison that shrunk along with time. Sometimes he could swear that he felt the wall closing in and then the cold invisible hands of panic would choke him ,leaving him gasping for breath. The dreams of the world that lay beyond the wall haunted him and grew on him like a tumor.
The wall was a marvel,it could not be seen but it was there..cold and solid like reality . There were times when the fortification would vibrate ,as if awakening from a long deep slumber ,sending ripples of unadulterated excitement through his body and on excruciatingly rare occasions when the light from the “small sun” (inside)and the real sun(outside) embraced like long lost brothers,the wall would rejoice and mimic life of its own.Ranchu spent hours staring into the eyes of his ghost,sometimes with the playful pleasure of the young and unwanting, sometimes with the deep melancholy of a lover looking into the eyes of his beloved for the last time.It was hard to imagine that the humans had created such a wonder,but then again humans were capable of great things,evil things,the invisible prison stood testament to that end.

"sweet dreams" she said...

“In the land of Memory the time is always now. In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick…but their hands never move.”



I dreamt of you again today… We are at a party, friends all around us, people dancing, drinking and just shooting shit , celebrating some mundane occasion I can’t recall.. And then, somehow, we find ourselves alone, just you and I. We are trying to make conversation, talking about nothing really..We don’t have to. Somewhere, very far away from where we are, the music plays on and someone yells and people laugh in response. I look at you and you just sit there smoking, lost in your own thoughts. You turn around suddenly and catch my eye for the first time tonight, I try to look away, feigning innocence, but I can’t. I look into your eyes, the world fades away. And for reasons I’ll never understand, you lean over to kiss me… I wake up.
I dreamt of you again today, the dreams are not so frequent now but they come and they still hurt….


"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part"