Ganges

And just like the Ganges, she flowed. She never existed.

A million creatures within her lived cycles of life and death while she shifted and merged.

Sometimes glorious, sometimes cold; fickle; nimble.

People thought they knew her

but the things that made her never stayed in place. She lived and died every day.

I met a girl. We were on a bus. Oddly she sat beside me.

I don't remember what we talked about.

I remember we talked. The entire trip.

We walked together.

We breathed in the autumn air.

I felt happy. But I am awake now.

The dream of the girl faded.

But I was back on the river.

And I still remember.

You don't often remember your dreams. I remember her clearly.

I had dreamt something, I had wished was real. I hadn't felt lonely for a month.

That day I wanted to go back to sleep. I awoke to love the second it eluded me. The fall would come one day but love was eternal.

The world could be a simulation. And when you sleep you enter the lobby with the other players. You hang out with them. Talk to them. And hopefully, share what it's to be a wonderful dream. Sometimes it's not wonderful. Sometimes it's just dull. Sometimes it's horrific. But no matter what you feel or how you feel about it, it ends.  Dreams end.

That's life. Life is a dream. You wake up at the end. We don't know what we wake up to.

Maybe to nothingness. Maybe to everything. Maybe it's a place where both these ends meet. The infinite, so immense in it's being that it turns back and bites its tail. We don't know. But in the end, we all wake up.