From harboring the dreams and ambitions of others.
Will rise a burden invisible, undetectable,
immeasurable by instrumental weights,
heavy enough to Bury. You. Alive.
To the 24 hours.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fourth Wall.”
“You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.”
Okay. So i get to spend a day inside a movie. Like you are telling me that there is a time/space relativity/complexity?
A two hour movie can be stretched into a day? That could only happen in Interstellar. So that would be the movie i would want to spend a day in but then it would turn into weeks or years depending on the galaxy i am visiting.
On another note watching a 3D movie conjures our senses into believing we are witnessing the scene in flesh. I would tell you how i feel but then you already would have seen the movie and spent a day in it. Maybe we even got a bit of a “First handshake” from eachother, but you didnt recognize me.. so i am here to give you another greeting with a handshake (only this time its digital 😛 ).
The jolt of realization is what hit me.
When memories are made, they don’t seem to be categorized as one yet. The absence of experience, in present circumstance fortify it into one.
To the 24 hours
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).”
― A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, Wings of fire: An autobiography.
Dreamer. Scientist. Teacher. Writer. Former President. Educationist. Visionary. Hardworking. Honest. Humble. Exponentially inspirational.
An ardent dreamer passed away today. May you rest in peace.
To the 24 hours