Dreams can be such dangerous things, they smolder on like a fire does and sometimes consume us completely.
Life is but a game of ring-a-levio, with you in the circle, and no one to tag you out.
Why does a person dream? Dreams which are but mirages?
Because when reality is unfitting, dreams are a refuge.
A morsel of satisfaction in those few moments.
When your surroundings are void of relief, you can't but create your own utopia in your dreams.
But the world, it can't bear your being happy, can it? It doesn't even let your dreams untouched. Horrors of the day leak into dreams of the night. Unicorns turn into Minotaurs.
Fluffy little puppy morphs into werewolf. Everything you touch turns to dust. Your crush comes towards you with a perfidious kiss slithering on his/her lips. You finally find your prince charming or dream princess, only to find him/her playing about in someone else's embrace. You try to run, but your shoes grow roots, transfixed to the spot, you see them make out. Your eyes don't obey your command to avert themselves. You look on, as the one who had them in her/his embrace becomes visible; and you see your best friend, the same who was the first person you told about your love. You stand there, tears flood your eyelids, as your friend's eyes turn to you, and they just smile, and kiss your love again. Fury, betrayal, hurt, all feelings flood in, so much so, that you can't even breathe. And then you hear them laugh. They raise fingers at you, as you cry, and they laugh.
Tears flow free, tears which wash away the dream, to bring you back to this world; where only the dream is now over, and not much has changed.
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Suicide Justified
Non-Fiction---------------------Trigger Warning------------------- Originally titled 'All the Push You Need (and a little more)' this book intends to do what it says. It'll help increase your cynicism, deepen your depression, give strength to your demons, help...
