Have you been exhausted to the extent that even the brain felt the numbness? Did you hear the silence while the heart is crying? Will it end the pain if you stop the tears? Come with me. Lets escape the reality in this world for a while. Witness the nightmare I turned into a dream.
I was the first Princess in this kingdom full of golds and fancy things. I have all the things I want and all the things I need. I could turn ashes into jewelries and bring magic out of dusts. I won't cook for people, they cook for me. I won't do the laundry, I don't wear clothes I have already worn once. I won't sweep the floor, or fix the door, or get things done for. I'll just stand in front of the mirror telling myself that I am the most beautiful princess in the kingdom of my own world. The King has arrived along with his Queen. I guess we're all home, tonight. I'll let them rest.
The sun have risen enough to touch the soul of the window that it reflects on the mirror and wake me up in the face. What an ignorant disturbance to such a beautiful sleep! My dream was interrupted. To tell you what it was. I was in the middle of walking on the seashore as the wind kept on embracing my skin. It was a confusing one. The cloud covers the sun and I think it will cry, soon. Why would he cry when he's not even alone? He had the sun's company and the birds are friends with him. I saw a rose and picked it up. There are rusts that shimmer like that of a glitter. I was amazed by its glowing color that it's late enough to know that I was pricked by its thorns that it almost felt like kissed by fangs and claws. I saw blood, the wound stings for heaven's sake! I jump, I blink, hoping the wounds would shrink. It's too late. The glowing rose turned into bubbles and went back to the sea like it never knew me. Suddenly, I heard a man's voice. Hes asking for help. His sound is neither a kid nor an old man. That's when the dream stopped. What an unacceptable nightmare as it may be!?
I laid on my bed, again. Again. Again, and again! I was hoping that if I close my eyes and sing myself to sleep, I could follow the dream and witness its ending. Am I involved there? Is it a story tied to me? Who was the man asking for help? I'm sure he's neither the King nor one of his friends. He's a complete stranger but his voice pierced my heart, it aches! He sounded close to my heart and it touched my soul. It is acceptable to be sad but tears keep on falling from my eyes. Why do I taste sorrow when I haven't even bit one? I was crying without knowing the reason why. Was the voice only in that dream? Or is it possible that there is something behind its existence? I was left in this misery and I cant solve my own dreams mystery. Have I dreamed of him before that he's familiar to my ears? Why did it recognized his voice but not the owner whom it came from? My heart sees him but these two eyes can't.
Again, I was a Princess and soon to be the Queen. If I wont be able to solve my mystery, how about this kingdoms? If happen so, thy seat shall be empty.
