11-25-2017, 12:00 AM
The man in this dream is a mechanic in a world without any cars.
No roads.
He dreams of buildings that cannot stand, but should.
He dreams of temples that have always been yet desire to be once more.
Of beasts that are, and were, and are to come.
Entire cities, built of stone.
Crumbling.
Dust and ashes, but alive.
Every stone, a soul.
Every speck of dust in every stone, a soul.
And he remembers.
A mechanic in a world without any cars.
Even the roads are gone, but he remembers.
And he would build them again.
No roads.
He dreams of buildings that cannot stand, but should.
He dreams of temples that have always been yet desire to be once more.
Of beasts that are, and were, and are to come.
Entire cities, built of stone.
Crumbling.
Dust and ashes, but alive.
Every stone, a soul.
Every speck of dust in every stone, a soul.
And he remembers.
A mechanic in a world without any cars.
Even the roads are gone, but he remembers.
And he would build them again.