Once upon a time, a tired body had a dream

My painfully sore arms dragged the fabric engulfed heavy body, whilst, my brain growled with fatigue. A minute more and any soft surface could have been wed to me in a gleeful ecstasy. My feet sang and my eyes spilled red thorns. My breathe labored and I smacked my lips moist every now and then. The mighty coldness touched my body and rushed far away, scared of my strapping heat. Under the suffocating mask, I cursed a zillion and more. And then with a long blink and a final cuss, I made my way further. 

My head formed a series of answered questions which remained ignored. The end game at that instance made no sense. The fluffy body of white mush and comfy drapes flashed in my eyes like an old motion picture. I needed them shut. I needed my entire mechanism shut at that moment. I craved for the reality of that very moment to beckon itself into living and shoving me within. I could give anything to just rest for a minute. Everything. Money. Soul. And thats how a minute or maybe the entire of my attention went into dreaming about the dreams I wasn’t having. 

My strides begged for a break but my clock demanded every consideration. My apologies for not providing it with my prior regard was met with a strict reprimand which was already weighing me down. So, I let my limbs weep, let the clock have its time and kept on. I thought of the many things which I could have done, I thought of turning my way around and I thought to be sly. But, certain external channels pushed me further still, might have been me or was it someone else? 

I did fall down. Maybe once or many times. For great lengths I just sat there. Certain someones picked me up a time or two. Nevertheless, the rest must have been me. The immense weight almost drowned me. I had to learn how to swim. A slow swimmer, not the fast one, not the winner. But the dependable one. My tired body, shriveled many and ballooned some. It got weak and then strong. 

When I arrived, my tired body looked back at the path. It thought of the thoughts it had all along. Laughed at it, took hold of it and kissed it as its own and let it fly away. Once done, it never looked back. For, the face ahead was sun, vivid and bright. A blazing dream which the body didn’t dream of, for the body was thus far made of that very dream. That beautiful dream.