DREAM JOURNAL SATURDAY THE 7TH MARCH
For a couple of minutes, or maybe even a few hours I watched the world end.
I sat on a grassy hill with some of my closet friends, and we gazed at the sky as it began to fall apart. Clouds began to solidify and form geometric shapes… the sky took on colours of red, pink and orange.
Asteroids leaped and scattered across the horizon.
I knew it was the end of the world.
I knew that I should have been afraid.
But it was just too beautiful not to look.
And I was just too happy to be sad.
Charles Harry Mackenzie