Escaped Dreams

He stood on the outskirts of his city.
A city cuffed with borders, he stood on the line between death and life, his eyes gazing toward freedom.
A voice from his heart said stay steadfast and so, he kept walking. He is tired of the death that lives with him in the same room overlooking the sea, the sea of the small city. Its horizon keeps stretching far off, to the cities of life 
to the cities where you can see the sun shines with a smile, Not hiding with a frown; Stretching to cities where alleys dance to music not bombs.
It’s his last day,” I don’t know maybe I’m not OK, but I’ll be fine, I promise, I have my perforated bag, I know my dreams are still falling one after another, despite of waking up early from that nightmare that keeps chasing me every night and never ends, what is not usual is I’m still walking , I know I hardly breathe, but in the end, I’ll go back to the same nightmare and series of falling dreams . He said.
What is surprising that he become paralyzed, his widespread roots refuse to move too, despite of the smell of the poisoned gas that comes from the east, in the end he remembered the sound of waves that comes with mornings. He loved his city that daily tried to kill him, he had no ticket to cross the barbed border, to cross the boundaries of his planted roots. Throwing his bag on the wires he returned to his room, to the city, to the sea.

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