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ℌ deep dreamy ocean ℌ

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deep dreamy ocean

[i]A mild summer wind blew past my pale cheeks, and immediately I caught my eye. Nobody. The warmth from this gust of wind made me think another person was standing in front of me. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' I asked myself this a number of times. I let my hands, which were cold in spite of the warm weather, sink into both my trouser pockets and step by step I went forward. I didn't know where I was drifting. I haven't known where I am for a long time. I've lost my bearings about my own life. I roam like a lost soul, but I was never noticed. 'Every dream.' A flap of the wings, raindrops, words - every second things happen in our lives. These things affect our life and that of other living beings. A ladybug made its way from my nose to my bony finger, which I had previously brought to my nose. He didn't seem to mind. In spite of that, it sat frozen on my finger. Had he pretended to be dead? With a few steps I had reached a grass verge. When I crouched down, I raised my hand in the direction of the grass; the beetle, as clever as it was, immediately crawled into the green undergrowth. Immediately I was picked up again and stood firmly on two legs, but nothing held me in this place. So I ran on - further into nowhere. The sound of an engine rang out behind me. A quick look back and forward again. Now the beetle no longer had any use in pretending to be dead, no - now it was dead. Here in this city, no matter where I turned my gaze. There was only concrete to be seen, except for the small green strips, but even on these the grass did not look healthy. Sick, every green stalk hung its head. Murder, accident, illness, old age, suicide - so many people leave the earth every day, but this is only relevant for a small part. Mostly for friends, family or acquaintances. I've lost someone before, too. This feeling. I'll never forget it. My dreams saved me - at first. I sank into my dreams like in a deep ocean, but even the strongest diver would be too weak to reappear at a certain point. So I lost myself, here in my world. I hadn't noticed how everything changed around me, a quick blink of an eye, a deep breath. All ‘that was enough. But what was it enough for? Even when I felt the danger near me, my insatiable curiosity was too great. Nobody knows how deep the ocean of dreams really goes, what it does and what will happen when a person crosses the line.