Tavi has an opening? · 12:45am Jan 15th, 2013
Here's a smidgen of the next installment and such. Enjoy, or something...I don't know.
Part 2: Calling - Philharmonica
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What is in a dream? No, that's not right. What is dreaming in general?
It is just a convoluted, corporeal reality. Thoughts, aspirations, meanings in the symbols are lay out. That is all a dream really is; a place to store our desires. I used to believe I could harbor all that in those sparse moments of tranquility. Terrible day? Maybe a crowd threw profanities my way? All of that would store itself deep in my mind, where dreams lay.
That is how it used to be.
Now when I relinquish myself into the vapors of a dying wish, I dream of more. My dreams are filled with memories. Or maybe it is the other way around. I truly have no clue. What I see in my embrace - listening to the lullabies of unknown souls - are those memories that have stuck with me. Memories of things I never did, but wanted to; and there of things I did, but wish I hadn't.
They are with me. Constricting me with a longing to never be forgotten - choking me. I must live with them, die with them, and transcend next to them. An orchestra of my contempt is what they are. Shifting in nature to a will I don't fully understand.
I relive the best and worst of my past; bearing the brunt of the damage done. It isn't until I wake, that I can differentiate between the dreams and the memories.
