Another World Inside My HeartAs I was young I always had the longing inside, and I watched the sky. Always up to somewhere were the stars shot, hoping that on a wishing star I might be able to fullfill my only wish... to go somewhere else. To another world, another realm. As the stars shot around in the sky and I watched the moon, praying, wishing with all my being, yet nothing would happen to lead me to another world. I knew I might never get back once I left, but I was okay with that... any world beside this one would be interesting. I wonder if I would think the same if this one was the world I dreamed of.
In my dreams I suddenly realised that there, there was the other world I needed.
My fantasy could create greatness beyond this reality, such a great place with demons, dragons, elfs, fairys, talking animals, strange beings, strange things. I always love that world, it was mine, but each time I woke up from the world which I ruled, which I was a god, I found this world to be sad and gray. Each night, each breath I took, each taste and smell.. my fantasy, it was so great. So magical, and I wished I could stay. I truly prefer fantasy to the cruel world of reality. In my fantasy there is peace, there is glory, there is everything and dragons. I love dragons so much. This world is so cold, the humans here so souless, the rules so cruel, and everything is dying.
But in my fantasy there is no need for pain, no need for war, even rules are no need for there is only kindness. I love that realm of fantasy, it is the place I belong, and when I am here I feel so wrong, like a misplace in this world. Only when I am in that other world, my fantasy I can find my place, the place which I do not have here.
Barlong 22-25, F 3 Responses 1 Feb 20, 2011