A Dream I Had

The past is fixed.
A blown kiss frozen in the winter air
We leave ourselves
Turn away from what once was
Twist and turn in our bed begging for the good dreams
Leering faces greet me at the crossroad
Whispering "don't go there"
I watch my friend jump into the river
Count the seconds for him to come up for air.

Horrified, I attempt to run
But am held back from the voices
These voices not coming from any particular direction
All around me, everywhere
They rain down on me as I struggle to stand under the weight of the words

"You cannot run from your past. It will chase and haunt you. In order to free yourself from these chains you must adjust your perspective. The past is fixed. It's meaning and signifigance can be altered, however. Freedom isn't easy. There are those that ran and died for freedom. Dangerous rivers and barren fields covered in landmines dotted their path. Your freedom is much more difficult to attain."

"Freedom of mind" I say matter of factly. Watching the words slide out of my mouth.

"Yes. Once you close your eyes at night your subconcious will take over and make decisions for you. This is a deeper side of yourself. Power that lies in the dark folds of your brain. Explore it, the answers lie beyond.."

"It's the knowledge that will save us all. To know love. To feel love"
"To know love to feel love"
"To know love to feel love"
"To know love to feel love"
 I cover my mouth, not simply to stop the words, but in the horror of what is appearing before me.

My friend drifts facedown in the river. 

 -D