A World

Have you ever seen an illusion that is so real, that you mistake it for reality?

I have.

It was so beautiful. It always gave out a happy feeling. I was never alone. The days I spent were perfect. Even if there is a bit of unhappiness, It was washed away quickly. I was so happy in there that time. I didn't want it to end. I had never thought it would end. It was already a part of my life.

Yes, I was trapped in an illusion. And I didn't even know. And at that time, it was my reality.

But every illusion will come to an end sooner or later. Maybe slowly, or maybe it would come crashing down suddenly.

Yes it was sudden.

I didn't even have the time to react from it. All I could do was watch it crumble one by one.

I couldn't save it.

I couldn't save any of it.

All I could do was stand there and watch as the dark secrets begin to slip through the crack, one by one. Suddenly, revealing the truth in front of my eyes.

I couldn't accept it that time. Still dreaming for my 'reality' to came back. Still waiting for it.

But deep down I knew, It wouldn't. Because It was just an Illusion.

An illusion that was created for a child.

An illusion that had become the reality of a child.

An Illusion that came crashing down suddenly. That it became a great impact for a child.

I once never cared for the world. I once strive for a 'happy ever after'. I once believed I was free. I once believed in miracles. And I was once naïve.

My reality came crashing down. My once beautiful Castle became my prison - chained and blinded in the dark. Alone. I was trapped. Yet I was never free to begin with.

The wings that I once strive for was just a mere illusion. As well as the happiness that I sought for.

For years I sought for help, in many ways. But none came. I tried screaming, and giving signals to the outside. But it was futile. No one ever came.

I am no damsel in distress. As there is no knight in shinning armour to save me. I had given up hope of a happy ending, as there isn't one in reality.

My paradise had shattered to pieces, along with my hope and happiness.

I grew up in an illusion. An illusion that is no longer there.

I may walk outside, But I know I am always bound by it. An eternal chain that cannot be cut. A lock that has no key. A freedom that cannot be obtained.

I could no longer scream, as my voice could no longer be heard. All I could do was to shed tears. Tears that will not be seen. And only smiles remains from all the pain.

I had infinite expectation from infinite lies. And now, I could clearly separate the illusion and reality. I could see others and their reality or others and their illusions. But I, myself do not have my own reality. As it was shattered a long time ago.

So, I create my own 'reality'. And I obtain 'freedom' from it. Yes, In my own 'world' , I am 'free'. I have 'wings', I was no longer 'bound'.

But still, Why do I feel like I need someone to save me?