This little poem/story was something I came up with after watching the movie Paprika. It follows my belief in what the character of Paprika truly means to me.
Something Something falling.
Something Something feet look better when they're on the ground.
The light from the many lamps I see in my reach begin to flicker. There on, owned by the likeness of the human mind. Dark and twisted, funny words that people like to use to dictate their own wishes and fantasies.
Is there something wrong with wanting to be greater than your personal self? I don't think so; but in fact, am not necessarily the person to ask such important questions. Or rather, am I the right person?
It depends completely on you.
Do you wish to know more about yourself through me? Does something like that make you happy? Or rather again; does it make you sad?
It all depends on you.
The one, the one with the many faces and the many bodies. Your not the true psychical form of yourself, and you the dreamer are the one that makes everything come true.
Which reality to the dream do you wish to choose? I wouldn't want to choose if I were you...
~~~~~ Dream Sequence ~~~~~~
Falling free but beyond hostility,
Likeness to me but beyond the ability.
There's something hiding, wishing for anew,
You decide to look at it and cherish it too.
Is this thing that fell from the bloodied skies your heart?
Beating irresponsibly with skits on it's mark.
It's been used to much, it's been teasing you hasn't,
days become years and tears become insanity.
I feel sorry for you, I didn't know it was something this tragic.
This dream of yours is going to become a habit...
If you don't do anything about it.
Before it's too late.
END