I will drive my soul
to the highway number - IPƎI,
the one that goes to the
celestial rock I was born on.
I will stop by the gas stations
on the entrances of black holes
and will lose my way following
the meteorites once in a while.
When I will be tired,
I will make a pit stop on the planets
abandoned a millennia ago and
ask others about where they heading to.
Sometimes I will also stand under the
light of moons which are pink,
blue, yellow in color and soak in
stories they have to tell
and when I will finally reach the home
which is beyond the spatial three
dimensional grids of this place,
I will take a nap until morning
comes and I have to be back to
where I came from, the 3-D world.
What if when we sleep, we visit our home? We say we are sleeping but what if we are awake somewhere else during that time? What if this world is a dream and we are just sleeping in our homeworld dreaming of this every night?
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Written by Rebekka Kaur
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