The Existence Of Amy

by Lana Grace Riva

Still a live human being fumbling to cope with existence.

there is something very beautiful about a stranger smiling at another stranger. One little moment of kindness.

When I travel back to dreamworld that night, I experience a really beautiful dream. Not beautiful in the sense of some magical existence with no link to reality. More so, beautiful in that it relives a time in my past. A time I have great fondness for.

This dreaming pattern happens quite frequently. I cannot decide if it is cruel because it is taking me back to happier times before harshly ripping those times away from me again. Or, it may be a nice thing because for those beautiful pretend hours I have a break. I am happy and healthy.

I catch a glimpse of Ed's old desk and smile.