Araz Gholami

Last night, I dreamed I had died. I found myself in an endless meadow, where as far as the eye could see, there were only green grass and shrubs. The sky was completely cloudy, filled with gray and bluish clouds that seemed like rain was about to start any moment. I felt a strange and heavy sadness. It was as if I longed for life, for being alive, and for experiencing life again. A deep sorrow enveloped me completely. Maybe it was because I knew I would never return to life and feel the pain of existence again.