Just Sitting, Waiting... Just Wishing, Waiting...

This era of fortitude nimble,

Much as a flickering ember,

It caught me every time when I’m feeling sober.

I wish that you were close to me dear;

I hear them in every whisper.

All of us wishing they will turn it sooner or later,

But we’re just sitting, waiting,

We’re just sitting, waiting.

I loathed myself for being happy, excited, over someone’s disunion.

Is it sinful? The way I longs for it?

It is guilty? That I take this as an opportunity?

Will it hurtful? Going after something I’m not worthy?

But the likely question is:

Will it even ever happens?

I sighed; rest my arm on my soul,

Grasping for air, as I’m pretty sure it just skipped a beat.

Indeed, will it ever comes to fruition?

I know right?

There we go, yet another egoistic, self pleasuring post?

I sat back and chuckles a little,

I do admit they took me some hours to write and compose them,

In the expense of my working hours sure,

But who gives a – well,

Let’s just say it’s a slow day at work.  44

I wonder how long it was.

That I’m actually sitting down and starts noting things around me.

I've been either really busy, or I’m held up by Online RPG.

Excuse really, that’s what I think when I’m feeling drowsy.

I’m starting to think its just mental fatigue,

By having nothing better to do bore me out of my skull maybe.

I do have work to do,

But I guess I'm a little over myself again.

While we’re in the subject,

Do you people believe in dream interpretation?

Whenever I slept earlier, I’ll have rather stressful dreams.

I couldn't remember all of them,

But most of them make me very tired the whole day.

Especially the ones I can remember.

There’s this one dream that I was…

Some kind of adventurer, for some reason,

(Don’t ask you’re not ready).

There’s a male swordsman.

(Clique everywhere, oh gees)

He is most likely a companion,

Or even more than that, he’s a mentor.

This point is quickly established;

He was leading the way, offering advises along the way.

I follows diligently, at that time I feel  that he knows what’s he’s doing.

The place we were at, I still remember like it’s in the back of head;

It was a coastal cavern; I can tell, by looking though the cavern’s opening.

It was on our left, located just above a small cliff.

I see seas of trees, just across the ocean right outside the cavern.

A tropical island perhaps, the plantation looks closely like one at least.

We wander around aimlessly, now that I think of it though;

We seemed to have no objective, nor motives to be there.

The cavern is dark; the surroundings are all pitch black,

With only the exceptions of a few green bushes on pitch black rocks.

The path wasn't completely invisible and untraversable,

The opening overlooking the ocean provides light into the cave.

That light provides all the vision in here.

From the looking around the environment,

It was quite deep into the cavern,

There’s neither entrance nor exit as far as eyes can see.

We decided to climb the cliff.

It is not something easy to do though,

The cliff, is covered with various plants and grasses,

And it is as tall as two people’s length, or even more than that.

The swordsman went on ahead, so somehow made it to the top.

I needed assistance to get up there,

But it seems I was really headstrong,

I was trying and struggling to climb myself up,

End up needing his hand to pull me up still.

Almost immediately after, a loud, screeching noise echoes around the cavern.

It’s most certainly not friendly, instinct told me,

And I can see that look on the swordsman’s face too.

We’re both shocked, but prepared;

… Or so it seemed.

He suddenly turns around and asked me, “You didn't have the sword?”

I panicked, and quickly look around my bags.

To our horror, we indeed, didn't have any of that MacGuffin.

We’re doomed, as the chill goes up my spine.

We began to run desperately.

We jumped down the cliff we climbed earlier with no trouble at all,

Adrenaline perhaps, it would explain a lot about the fall. (Or not!)

We just kept running, but I can feel whatever chasing us,

It’s gaining on us,

Closing in closer and closer, like it’s on breath’s reach.

… Then I woke up.

I feel extremely intense; I was sweating all over on my bed.

It’s a horrible feeling,

For the whole day when I was working,

I feel extremely tired, even more so than usual.

My friend used to say if you can remember the dream clearly,

You will end up feeling tired the entire day.

Could it because the our brain is still working during the dream,

So we couldn't get a proper rest?

I looked it up on the Internet,

Running away from something symbolize I’m ignoring some pressing issues.

The others well… I could blame playing games too much,

The cave has that… very Uncharted-ish look.

Mine and the swordsman’s character come from the online game I’m playing.

I wonder, do you believe in dreams are telling you something subconsciously?

That's it for now, may we meet again.