A dream and reality

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By Jan Vicente B. Pekas

“ But all would not be well, the sun has come back and it has shone light upon what was always there, reality. And as light comes, then so must darkness hide, so, I flee to wherever I can, a place to satisfy my cravings until the next night comes, where the finger leads me on to another paradise.

As the stench of vice leads me on this road, I see on both sides are displayed the very cravings of the human flesh. Man on woman, man on man, woman on woman, the human creativity evolves further. The purple lights on each side illuminate the vey epitome of primal instinct. Where needles litter the floor and human fluids stain the walls, the stench continues to lead me down this path, like a seductive finger pulling me along. And I feel very alive.
In the trek back home, I am alone in this path, no lights to illuminate the way, and only the sounds of crickets to accompany my footsteps. The cold wind brushes up against my skin, and through my nose, ears, and mouth they find gaps to invade the warmness still lurking inside me. The day has exhumed all the energy and light within me. And I am hopeless in a battle against a fierce foe.
In front me, the temple of lust, like a sun in this dark day, illuminating all that it offers and all that it can enjoy. Where drugs, sex, and alcohol lurk around like a predator, but they will not pounce on me. For I will reach for them, indulge in them, and drown my soul in each and every one of them.
As the trek back home has taken me up a small hill, a light that pierces through the dark. I am greeted by warm hands and the sweet words of family. Heat comes as reinforcements then the small bits of cold lay behind the door. I am at home. As I lay in bed, four walls surround me, yet I do not feel an ounce of loneliness. Darkness surround the room but I am in peace. The blanket of family has wrapped my body and I am no longer cold.
In this small world of ours, where the darkness within us comes out to play, alcohol quenches that never-ending thirst. And all the vices in the world, for just a moment gives me life. Finally I scratch that itch of the human flesh, one that has tingled all through life, and it is a bliss, a feeling of euphoria that nothing can compare to.
But all would not be well, the sun has come back and it has shone light upon what was always there, reality. And as light comes, then so must darkness hide, so, I flee to wherever I can, a place to satisfy my cravings until the next night comes, where the finger leads me on to another paradise.
A new day has come, and the house comes to life, voices flow through the air as the sound of cooking and music makes its way to my room. As the door opens then so too must I come out, to take in another day, and see the bright sun. The actions in the morning had become that of a routine for all of us. Taking a bath and brushing one’s teeth, eating with family and talking of what is to come. Finally, the front door makes way for the light, we say our goodbyes and good lucks for they will be needed for the day, and for one more time, we go out to the world.
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