Sometimes, when I'm bored, I just put my fingers on the keyboard, and the words seem to type themselves. I have no idea where this came from. And it's really rather ambiguous. I might actually change the category that I'm posting the story under because I'm not sure who I want to portray the story. I'm still kinda debating that part, because after I finished writing the little drabble, I actually liked it. But I wasn't sure which direction to take because in my mind, two stories popped up and I want to explore both. But I don't want to connect them; I'm not even sure if it could be done in a decent fashion. But here it is.
Sometimes you wake up and the fantasies you seem to be living all disappear.
The wonders, the amazement. The beauty, wonderment.
All gone.
They say dreams are inner desires come to life if only through the subconscious. That we are only truly honest with ourselves when we are unconscious, floating. Dreaming,
dreaming.
Dreaming.
Blissful states if only for a little while. They say you dream up countless dreams every night. Multiples ones that you never remember, never realize you even had.
What a shame.
So then what about the nightmares? What do we make of those hair-splitting, tear-jerking, painful to live and watch nightmares?
The ones that have you waking up in the middle of the night, half past one in the morning, sweating up a storm.
The ones that make you jerk awake instantly, only to realize it was all just a dream.
A dream that makes you never want to close your eyes again, for fear of it coming to life before your very eyes once again.
Those dreams are scary. But I suppose they are nothing compared to the alternative. No, not the sweet and sappy, living on cloud9 dreams. But the ones where you wake up suddenly, relieved that it's only just in your head, but then come to realize that the reality is not so pleasant either. That the real truth of the matter is you'd probably rather live through the nightmare than what you really have to face each and every day.
Who's going to be there to rescue you from it all?
What becomes of you when you have no one?
When you wake up to find your whole world is shattered, and no one around you seems to care about you. Do you even exist in their eyes? Do they even see how pained you are, how hurt you become? Do they notice the broken orbs that have seemed to lost all hope? Green eyes no longer gleam with spirit. Darkness clouds them, fear blankets them.
When it will all just
end?
Eh? Like even a tiny bit?
Please share your opinions with me. I want to be sure there's a future for this. lol.
..Hm.. does Chris have green eyes? I can't remember. And if you understand the reference (I know, it's so vague) I totally love you ! :D