The Other Side of The River

One day, since he had been wandering too long, too deep into his dreams, he found the gate to outside was closed. He tried to climb the walls, but found his grip losing, over and over again.

He was sad. He would never be meeting his sweet nightmare.

Listen

Dear girl,

I met your mother today. She lives her days dreaming of death. When she wakes up she says the nightmare has taken her back. She asked me about some of your letters but I’ve already left them to the rivers. How she longs for you to lay down with your head in her lap, once again as you recollected the day you just lived.

Lived.

After the tide, they said the river is flowing in the opposite direction. I hope to sit beside its bank someday waiting for the letters I had left in its arms.

The river is flowing in the opposite direction, with me.

I’ll meet you on the way.

Kisses
The Clown