Could it be a dream? But it feels real. Could it be real? But it is fictional. Is it a dream because it is fictional? Thus, is it real, because it feels real? If it is a dream because it is fictional, does that make it any less real? Because it feels real. If it is real because it feels real, does that make it any less a dream? Because it is fictional. (He thought, just has the word He calls it, “Fate”, graced He with its presence, has He approach, and I in the background spectating). An open door sparkles out of it, was brightness, a light so bright, that could run the sun out of business. Seeing it right at the front of He, exactly what He has always wanted. Strangely, He then stood mute for a while, and later, He took a step backward, because He now saw what almost no one ever did. A light so bright, that it erases everything, even the shadows from existence. Thus, a void, and it holds nothing. Then I thought, does He necessarily need to have experienced it, to know this? Maybe He needed to, maybe not.
If “I” is “Time”, the spectator, the keeper, and illustrator. Who then is “He”, the character at the doorstep of what “He” called, “Fate”? Could “He” be “You”? Think about it…… Sometimes, what “You” want, is not what “You” need. “Time” is infinite, but, sadly, “You” are not.

©️ Victor E. Ojei, 2020.