Do you have nightmares? Lily asked me, one Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoons are when you can talk about the most terrifying thing in the world and still not worry about it, because on Sunday afternoons the world is cocooned, the combined lethargy of 7 billion people stops anything bad from happening. The planet has this protective spongy layer around and within it. Even an asteroid hurtling towards the planet would just bounce off - dreaded terrorists would sleep in their mother`s arms - T-rex has mango smoothies in heaven on Sunday`s - Agnes is busy sleeping - nothing could go wrong on a Sunday afternoon.
Lily is curled up like a kitten, head on my lap. We`re watching reruns and Lily asks me - do you have nightmares. I do I say. Obviously anticipating the next question - what do you see in them.
I say, I see Agnes has burnt the whole school down for her science project. She says she`s trying to prove that studying can happen outside books and rooms and teachers and that is her science project. I break into a smile & say. What do you see, I evade and ask back.
She, of course knows I evaded, she`s a woman & she`s smart. She does let it pass too, for the same reasons.
I want to understand where they come from, do they come from a dark place that we don`t want to acknowledge the existence of. Are they our realities which we`re only trying to mask by being happy or are they just lingering thoughts which our idle brain just blows out of portion.
I sat back wondering. The minds of children are ever moulding you'd think. Even when those children are in college, scaling mt. Everest, burning down schools.
Answering or even evading questions like these isn't an option. You can't always keep your heart in your jacket, one day it will beat its way out.
Our brains are wild horses who we only tame with daily rituals Lily, when the sun is out. The moon sets it free, in dark, those thoughts run wild, those horses are untamed with unlimited possibilities, they can run on either side. The wildest are the ones which run in the chaotic, gloomy most terrifying territories, it is those whom we call the Night-mares, Lily. Maybe that is why we're afraid of the dark, it shows us things we can't see.
The daylight captures what the night releases.
We must keep....
.. everything in the right balance, she completed
What! - called out Agnes, are you saying there are horses running in my brains too Her ringing fone woke her up, rubbing her eyes she walked into the living room.
Didn't we conclude that there were only starving Panda's perennially asking for food in there she continued...What is it a zoo.. ??
Agnes, brings the Sunday afternoon back to where it belonged.
The dinosaurs had moved on to waffles, the world was a school back on summer vacation..the dragons yawned, turn the other side and dozed off again..
Agnes settles down on my other lap. And begins part 2 of her afternoon siesta. Lily drifted off too.
The world almost dizzily kept whirling around in dreams.
Sunday afternoons are when you can talk about the most terrifying thing in the world and still not worry about it, because on Sunday afternoons the world is cocooned, the combined lethargy of 7 billion people stops anything bad from happening. The planet has this protective spongy layer around and within it. Even an asteroid hurtling towards the planet would just bounce off - dreaded terrorists would sleep in their mother`s arms - T-rex has mango smoothies in heaven on Sunday`s - Agnes is busy sleeping - nothing could go wrong on a Sunday afternoon.
Lily is curled up like a kitten, head on my lap. We`re watching reruns and Lily asks me - do you have nightmares. I do I say. Obviously anticipating the next question - what do you see in them.
I say, I see Agnes has burnt the whole school down for her science project. She says she`s trying to prove that studying can happen outside books and rooms and teachers and that is her science project. I break into a smile & say. What do you see, I evade and ask back.
She, of course knows I evaded, she`s a woman & she`s smart. She does let it pass too, for the same reasons.
I want to understand where they come from, do they come from a dark place that we don`t want to acknowledge the existence of. Are they our realities which we`re only trying to mask by being happy or are they just lingering thoughts which our idle brain just blows out of portion.
I sat back wondering. The minds of children are ever moulding you'd think. Even when those children are in college, scaling mt. Everest, burning down schools.
Answering or even evading questions like these isn't an option. You can't always keep your heart in your jacket, one day it will beat its way out.
Our brains are wild horses who we only tame with daily rituals Lily, when the sun is out. The moon sets it free, in dark, those thoughts run wild, those horses are untamed with unlimited possibilities, they can run on either side. The wildest are the ones which run in the chaotic, gloomy most terrifying territories, it is those whom we call the Night-mares, Lily. Maybe that is why we're afraid of the dark, it shows us things we can't see.
The daylight captures what the night releases.
We must keep....
.. everything in the right balance, she completed
What! - called out Agnes, are you saying there are horses running in my brains too Her ringing fone woke her up, rubbing her eyes she walked into the living room.
Didn't we conclude that there were only starving Panda's perennially asking for food in there she continued...What is it a zoo.. ??
Agnes, brings the Sunday afternoon back to where it belonged.
The dinosaurs had moved on to waffles, the world was a school back on summer vacation..the dragons yawned, turn the other side and dozed off again..
Agnes settles down on my other lap. And begins part 2 of her afternoon siesta. Lily drifted off too.
The world almost dizzily kept whirling around in dreams.
