Tears of a Dream
I haven't cried in a long time. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Aside from when I was a child, I don't think I ever cried much to begin with. When I did cry, the memory doesn't go away. The occasion, the place, everything. Within the past 10 years, I think I cried exactly thrice. One because of basketball, and the rest because of the same occasion. Same occasion, different reasons. Last night, however, I cried in my dream. And just like when I did in real life, I remember the dream so vividly. The occasion, the cause. It wasn't anything big. Nor did it involve anyone, really. It was such a tranquil feeling, or at least that's what the dreamverse me was feeling. The moment was serene, unsullied by the vices and distractions of the real world. I was young again, on a rooftop, listening to a nostalgic tune that I thought I had long forgotten. It brought such a comforting feeling. Like a hug, tight and warm, embracing me with its melody,...
