Go lightly my dreams

 

The past and the future don't exist. They literally don't exist. I tell myself.

All that exist is this thin sliver of a moment that we call, now, wedged in between a past and a future that aren't even real. Go figure, I know, but..

 

But tell me, why is the past so real in my dreams?

 

I woke up. Outside in the distance I heard roosters crowing.  Slowly, I remembered where I was and I felt my dream vanish into nowhere. Kind mercy.

 

Dim morning light gently poured in through the curtains casting gray shadows across our bed. I straightened my legs and gave my entire body a deep stretch, squeezing out the last of the demons. I looked up at the clock. 5 am.

 

We sleep together on a huge bed. My wife and myself with our two young kids nestled in between us. Piled together. Filipino style.

 

I quietly made my way over to my wife's side of the bed and climbed in with her.

 

Early morning is our time.

 

Time is real. I know it is. But it plays with me.

 

Time is something that happens on the outside but not on the inside. Inside there is no time. There is only now.  The same now I’ve always known.

 

Now, is eternity.

 

Wedged in between a past and a future that aren't even real.

Calbayog City 2025