LHL- Get this, I wrote this while in Hawaii. But since I'm always bored, it's no wonder I could do this. Anyway, at first I was thinking it sounded like Riku, then as I wrote on I started to think maybe it was really Sora. Your choice, I guess.
Paradise can get boring.
We came back to the small island world we had tried so hard to leave before. At first I was grateful just to be home. Seeing friends, family, again. I'd been waiting so long to be able to get back here.
Days passed by, as if nothing had changed. People were older now, but they all seemed the same. And the islands still seemed to glow in the sun's light, the ocean shining a sparkly blue I hadn't seen in any other. It was beautiful in so many ways. It was our home.
And yet, nothing had changed. Things were the same as before. And after a while I started to wonder why I even wanted to return to this place.
Day after day, the same blue sky, the same blue ocean, the same everything. Even the incredibly slow ticking time seemed to keep everything exactly the same.
On the few days it did rain, I would stand out in the rain. I'd spend what felt like hours just staring up at the gray clouds. Gray seemed to be the only difference in this world, anymore. To bad it never stayed long.
Either it would end five or ten minutes later, clouds quickly fleeing the sky, or someone would call me inside. But no matter which happened it always ended the same.
I would end up back in side a time frozen home my mother kept. She wanted everything to go back to before I left. I still had the same room, with the same toys, and the same bed. The only thing that changed was that I needed a new wardrobe, though she filled it with clothes that looked exactly like my old ones.
I'm starting to hate seeing the beach. Reminding me of that childhood where everything seemed so simple and fun. Nothing could go wrong. Why not build a raft? That childhood that was stolen from us.
This is darkness to me. It's a constant waiting for something, anything, to change. But every wave's the same, every cloud passes by, and every friend waves to me. It makes me sick.
Though this world is our home, I can't say I don't miss the other worlds. In fact, I long for them, anymore. I want to see if they've changed. I bet they have. Unlike this world, those worlds had things that seemed to constantly change. And if they didn't, people would change it themselves.
This world, no one even tries to change it. Few, like us, have tried leaving, but this world still remains its own little time capsule. Everything in side it just waiting for someone to come and open it up, show it the other worlds. But no one ever does.
We could probably do something about it, but it seems I'm the only one that notices it anymore. My friends have moved on, back to the way things were. They laugh as if none of it ever happened. Sometimes I bet they don't even remember that time. Or maybe just don't want to remember.
Sitting here, looking out at that endless ocean. The one we tried to escape on. I've started to notice something.
Paradise can get boring.