A slave's dream

I had a dream last night.


That a slave was being taken by my words...inebriated, as his eyes could not but to stare at me...hopeless...no strength left in his body...


That his wishes were about to meet an end, a mix between reaching a place where he longed to be, while a shiver went down his spine, the perfect blend of fear and excitement.


A feeling that he never knew possible, a sensation that even in his dreams he refrained to have. A sense of belonging, while knowing he doesn't belong.


A mirage of being part of my life, acting as a spectator of my existence, like if he was a delicate petal blown by the wind that keeps drifting as I go by. And watch.


I had a dream that a slave was finding his state of bliss as I glanced at him.


It was not a dream. It just happened.

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