I often dream of this man, a faceless man. His face, I cannot see but deep down inside me, I feel that somehow I know him—whether from the past, the present or the future, I just knew.
This man always manifests in my dreams when I feel doubt or unexplained fear. For those times I seemed to have lost myself and felt there’s no way to go anymore, he’s always there waiting for me, not speaking but communicating through the heart. I can feel his messages but no words were ever spoken. I feel his eyes looking through mine yet I couldn’t see his face, much less his eyes. I just feel his comforting warmth every time he visits me. Most of the time, it’s a welcome gesture for me because he seldom visits me when I’m okay—only for those times I needed someone to assure me that everything will be alright, he never failed to be there. His visits never failed to clear my head and soon after each visit, I feel confident that I can quickly arrive to the right decision for the problem at hand.
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