Sometimes we lose our way and end up in the best place in the world.
An abandoned pool. Shabby, worn to ruins, bright and radiant nevertheless. Spray-painted walls, doodles by troubled minds, and a dusty floor, the blue visibly fading from it. Grass grows from the cracks in it, remaining traces of drained water nourishing its fragile existence.
Life always finds a way to drag along a little longer, doesn't it?
I take in my surroundings, just as if it were the first and last time I'll be here.
They engage in a racing game. The youngest wins and breaks out into a weird triumphant dance. I chuckle at his innocence.
We have dreams, so many of them.
Bigger than our bodies, larger than our lives. And in some world far from here, somehow, we have already achieved them.
Yet, here we are, struggling to get past the invisible barriers that cage us from the open sky.
My eyes desperately scan the circumference of the pool, my vision blurry from inexplicable tears. I don't know what I am looking for.
There are plastic model cars scattered on the ground near the wet end of the quadrangle. The doodles on the walls stare at me, almost pitifully.
Then, all I feel is fear.
The fear, that this will end very soon.
The fear, that what I see before my eyes, isn't real at all.
The fear of facing what's on the other side of the shore.
The fear of being betrayed, by the only thing I have.
Myself.
The harshness stings, my senses fade,
Until, on the edge, I see a figure, a hand and a Polaroid camera.
I see her.
YOU ARE READING
We are here now.
Truyện NgắnWe must dream, watch them shatter, fall apart piece by piece, agonizingly slow. We must dream again, before reality becomes a truth we can never wake up from. A parallel and gradually converging story of two different personalities of the same per...
