I had a dream when I was seven, it was there where I met me for the first time.
We were floating above the city, clouds moving under us as fast as cars on a highway, but I couldnt feel any wind, just a warm glow. Time flowed faster as the blue sky turned to starry black in seconds.
The other me stood floating in front of me as if I was looking at my own full body picture, but it looked so real. Words formed inside my mind.
"I am you, you are me, here we are. We the Lords of the One Word."
The word flashed through my mind and I understood.
Understood things far beyond my little childhood mind.
"We stand beyond time, beyond life, beyond meaning. Why did we choose this? Why can't we just be?"
I could feel our frustration, like remembering something we forgot and now emotions were trying to escape and run wild within me. But now, I had the tools and the knowledge of us.
I stared at me, looking at eyes full of pity, concern and sadness with a hint of anger.
"We must try, change is not static, we waited so long, its time to push."
My other me frowned and floated towards me, we touched foreheads and we merged. A last sentence lingered inside my head.
"A word is lonely, a lonely world is created by inaction, write this or forget."