FICTION OF REALITY
"I love you..."
"I love you too..."
Their tender and soft lips met,
And they lived happily ever after.
I closed the book as I've reached the last page.
I closed the book as I've reached the last chapter.
I smiled bitterly for it has a sweet story.
But it pained me because it hasn't started yet, and it's already the ending.
Is this the way of how we want to escape reality?
By flipping the page of a story where we want to live?
By reading a fiction of words that are created by means of imagining?
Or by thinking that it may happen to us as we are living?
Oh, how I wish that I could be the protagonist of my own story.
And you as my male character lead,
I will be the pen and you will be the ink,
And we will be creating our own happy story.
Will I be able to write my own story?
If the beginning of my book is destroyed by imaginary you and me?
Tell me, will I be able to write?
If my sweet escape has been tied?
How can I run away from my own painful reality?
Is someone out there willing to save me?
Is someone out there willing to look for clues that I've scattered?
So many questions yet left unanswered.
Yes, this is my way of escaping reality,
By flipping the page of a story where I want to live.
But now, I am a prisoner of reality,
And I can't get out because there is no page for me to flip.
Would you mind if I ask you if we can write it together?
Please say yes so I can no longer be a prisoner
Would you help me with this little favor?
Say yes my dear and together let's reach their so-called 'forever'.
