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® The Other Room

by imstephdionisio

I stood  alone on a path. Looking around the place was dark. Confused Quite scared I kept on walking. My feet was leading me at the end of the path. There was a room huge and satisfying. Entering there were bags of golds. People Buildings Animals all were beautiful. No signs of worries. Seemed every thing was good. The feeling was pleasant. As I walked around I heard noises. Cries of babies Moaning Yells Growls and even the beats of a heart. The other room- there was another room. I searched. Following the noise it lead me into a room filled with sufferings and questions. People were thirst of many things. Observing in the room I felt sadness. A tear rolled down on my cheek then I woke up. It was a dream. Outside, I took a walk. Observing Thinking people around me. I knew to myself that it was not just a dream. It was reality, where people walk on path and find themselves either in a room full of beauties or in the other room. -Steph Dionisio, July 10, 2015
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