11/13/18

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“The Rage Within Me”

Just like that
it was all just a
dream.

A dream where
I let out my hidden emotions
against the cruel reality..

There are two kinds of dreams. There are dreams that we have while asleep and dreams that we have while we are awake. What is the connection between the two types? Both kinds of dreams are about the yearnings that are held deep inside us. Some of these desires are so secret that we dare not share them even with our closest friends. Those of us that dare to put our dreams down on paper are showing the courage and faith that they will come true.

In the dream, I've never realized i would come this way. Creating a huge havoc deep and chained through my heart. I can see those tight sturdy chains where locked through my heart. No one ever got to see this but me, I, and myself.

I was yelling on things to someone on my dream. I know those things aren't the only one but I let out the fury, the tempests rage, the pain, the pathetic emotions from me.

In a few moments later, I stopped yelling, followed by uncontrollably sobs, letting out a low wail, embracing with someone's arms. I was breathing hardly, struggling to breathe an air with a lump in my throat. I can hear my voice cracks with horrible sounds coming out when I tried to speak something that I don't know how to express.

After the dream, I woke up groggily. I've never thought opening my eyes would be this painful. Another day that I have to face, another day where I couldn't overcome my fears. I tried to ignore the numbness and the soreness on my bones. They're actually eating me alive. But I have to fight and become a survivor. A survivor of the dead.

Did you ever thought this is my first time? Wailing, kicking, shouting, yelling, crying, weeping, screaming and any other things that I couldn't stop letting out all my emotions from it. No, this isn't my first time. I got many of those. The only right person would see me on this. I don't even know if I have met this person somewhere yet. But I hope this person would take care me.

It was all a dream.
Is all that I see or seem,
But a reality within a dream?

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