All This Useless Beauty

From somewhere inside of a dream she fell in love with everything. And everything seemed like Christmas morning, wrapped in shiny paper, gifts of love and joyful wonder.

Then everything went away, and she went with it, until she woke up in a strange place where nothing was familiar. It was as if everything was floating in soap bubbles blown by a child, carried in the wind, bursting into nothing at all. And laughter and tears flowed without distinction. And everything that had gone came back, but the way a holographic image is projected into empty space.

People emerged like pop up ads on a computer screen, explaining everything that was happening and all she had seen. But she had trouble following all their explanations. It didn’t seem to matter, as the kaleidoscope of life turned by itself and a love song was always playing on the speakers in her mind. Unknown music filled her dreams, and there was no one to awaken.

They told her it was just this, but it could have been just that for all she knew. She waited a long time, searching for someone to speak the words that would tell her what was truly going on and exactly how things were. But somehow along the way, she got distracted looking at all this useless beauty and forget to remember what she wanted to find. 💓

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