‘Follow,’ they told me.
“But it’s way up there! How am I supposed to follow it?”
“Move.”
“But it’s faster than me.”
“Overtake it. Capture it. Subdue it. Claim it.”
“But it’s…”
One by one, they fell silent.
One by one, they went away.
The dream flew onward, and higher, and further out of reach.
I watched until it was out of sight.
The cold darkness engulfed me,
and the ticking of the clock
grew a little louder.
I sighed, and walked through the night after my dream.
“Surely, it will land soon.”
But I’m still walking,
and the sky is clear.
*Photo by Ian Espinosa / Unsplash
Beyond Panic 