Dreams of the dreamer

'I'm wide, I'm wide awake at night. my minds preoccupied. And the silence won't reside.'

What do you do when you know there isn't much time left, like perhaps a death criminal facing the rope, No. Its not certain death i am facing. Or a patient in a hospice. But i do not have a estimate, i have an exact date. So more of a gladiator then, preparing for a fight that will perhaps scar me for life, or bring eternal glory. Or perhaps its just another day in the ring.

But like perhaps at every important crossroad of my life, time starts moving backwards. Not unlike a movie reel set on reverse. Like a boxer watching his past fights in black and white, moving with his past self, dodging blows and punching into air. And perhaps he will enjoy it like i do, seeing it on playback, smiling at that punch he misread "ooh, that one hurted real bad", and chuckling at that 'good ol' one-two' sayin "it was nothin' man, nothin".

And damn the feel is gone. again. haha.

till next time when it returns.