Liberation

I see her beautiful face with very round eyes, which I couldn’t stand. I was deeply drowned in her blissful eyes; the only thing I remember in this world is her, and the rest I find difficult to recollect and remember. The rest of this world was like a dream for me. I can see her waiting for me, to feel me. All I remember is her eyes and nothing else. She was wearing a yellow gown and watering the rose plants in her garden with her eyes kept waiting for me and frowned face showing despair. I still can’t believe these people call me insane, a Schizophrenic, and some call me an illusionist. Suddenly I was awakened by the nurse; she always smiled and asked me whether I had the same dream again? I gave the nod and went to the washbasin, I observed my eyes in the mirror, and they weren't lying like everybody out there about my dream. One of my nurses told me that I’m always fine and had nothing severe in my mental history; she also told me that a conspiracy laid on me to keep o...