So I just had a dream last night.
In the dream, there was this big amusement park. It had all the rides imaginable, the fast ones, the slow ones, the ones that would make you puke... So everyone's having a blast, I mean it is a huge park, there's something for everyone, but there's this little kid who's just standing there minding his own business. He isn't interested in any of those rides.
He communicates with the other park visitors from time to time. He asks them all sorts of things trying to understand them. They talk about various things, like movies, music, or art. The kid talks, less than the person he's chatting with. He seems interested but he doesn't say anything... He can't say anything. All of those topics seem familiar but that's about it.
Everyone returns to their rides, and only the kid remains in the same position. He realizes that the more he gets to know the place, the more of an outsider he feels, he can't understand anyone, and no one can understand him. He decides to leave the amusement park for good, but can't seem to find the exit. He looks up to the ceiling and sees many other children's faces watching him angrily, they are begging for their chance in the park, knowing that they'll never get one and now they watch this guy who is given that blessed chance to experience all of that and he's just standing there doing nothing.
His life is a prison rather than a free world. He has no choice but to stand there and let the time pass him by, hoping that someday something would happen, something that isn't related to the amusement park or its residents, something that would give him proof of his existence.
That day, I woke up from that dream, but I still can't find a way to wake up from this one.
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The Dark Days
القصة القصيرةThis is a compilation of works I've been making while going through depression. Main motives of these are feelings of being lost or misunderstood.
