The story, which I will tell you now, is not a real story,
it never happened, and I don't see it happening in my life
time.
But it could still happen, much, much later.

Right now I am asleep, I was asleep for a long time, and I
will be asleep for a much longer time still.
Did you know that when you sleep, you see all of time, the
past, the future, and even the future? I am asleep, and I
have managed to realize the future, and perhaps someone,
sometime, will dream of it for me.


It will after all, after the beauty, after the magic, after
the experience, after the loss. It was after love, after
pain, after hate and after everything that I felt. After the
depression, after the hope, it was just after, when it all
stopped.
It hasn't continued yet, as I am asleep here.

Then one day, I will wake up, I will wake up and I will see,
it won't be blue, but it will be green.
It will be in the shape of a city, in the shape of a ruin,
in the shape of a field.
It will seem that humanity has stopped on earth.
When I will wake u, I will find a city, which I knew, but
will not recognize, and it will be empty. No human being
will be there, not for hundreds of years.
I will walk away, and then I will look back, and what I will
see, will be perfect, it will be perfect, and it will be
blue.
Where will I be walking out of? I would be walking out of
where I am right now, and it does, did and will look like an
alien craft, something that even science fiction could never
imagine.

I will walk around the city, and I will find nothing
working. "How long has this place been a ruin?" I will
think. Then, after week, I will go away, I will start a
journey to somewhere else, where there might be anyone.

For many years I will walk, and then... then I will find
something that I had never expected to see again in my
life.
It will not be like a remembered it, there will be no wall,
no mattress and no pillows, he trees will be so huge, I
won't even recognize them. But the memory, it will sting so
deep inside, that I will lose myself, and I will faint.

What I will see, when I'll wake up, just before I will open
my eye, will be something so terrible, so precious and so
beautiful, that my heart would skip a beat. It will be an
image, an image of a girl that I once had known, that I once
had loved, that had once destroyed my world.

I will open my eyes, and I will remember, what I will
remember, is that once she had laid upon my, in that exact
spot, and I have been in the exact same position as I will
be at that moment.

It will be too much, for one time, so I will go somewhere
else, the place that I will go to, will be the place where I
had stopped creating art, the place where I met her.
When I will reach that place, it will not be there, and
where the tree was, there will only be a sidewalk. I never
had finished that drawing, it was he first time that I
didn't finish my art. It's so sad, I'll cry.


Those memories will be too intense, too hard to take, I will
have to go away, I won't be strong enough to face them at
that time.

"Maybe someone else was still alive, still sleeping while
the future happened?"
That's what I will think as I will continue on my journey. I
will not have a map, and I will not know where I will be
going, so eventually, I will return to my old town, this
time I will be prepared. I will return to my garden. I will
find some old pillows, and I will put them on the bench, the
rotten one, which all of the wood has been torn away from by
time, the one which I will put some pieces of plastic upon,
so that I could lie on.


I will lie on it, and I will fall asleep, and I will see the
past, and I will see my entire life, and I will see all that
is blue, and I will see the future, and I will know that I
won't ever wake up again, and I will be dead.

Cold, and blue, and dead.