Dreaming the reality

Hugh’s POV

In the soft light and humid air, I saw my young self walking in a trail. On the sides are the tall green grasses. It felt nostalgic. I’ve been here before.

I knew I was dreaming, but inside my head I’m being swayed by the thought that it all seems real. I walked and walked to that trail. The sky is blue, the bluest I’ve ever seen in my life.

I have a thin composure. Wearing a simple ragged shorts and a pull over, it seems like I’m looking at my old self. I furrowed my brows as I remember how empty I was at that age. How mad kid I was blaming all the people that surrounds me, pointing them as the reason why I have to suffer at a young age.

I picked the flowers aside and tore the leaves. These are all a nature’s way to compensate. It is very difficult for the world to live with, because it knows how much pain it causes to human so this is it’s way to recover.

All that’s visible in the eyes, it’s all just plain bullshit. I spit out on the side of the road and it seems like and