I dream
Both nightly and daily.
I shut my eyes and all I see
Are the colours of these
Made-up worlds
Of mine.
"Once upon a time
In a land far away
There lived ..."
That's how they all begin.
Only in my story
I feel more alive
In my head,
Than out there in reality.
In these little
Made-up worlds
Of mine.
I'M BURSTING.
There is so much inside
That I am struggling to hide,
But when I share myself
With another,
A few brief wonderful moments
And then it's over.
They get back to their reality
And once again I'm stuck
With nothing but these
Made-up worlds
Of mine.
I'M BURSTING AND THERE IS NO TIME.
I'm bursting and there is no time,
To explode,
An Adventure Stopped Short by EmpurpleThePanda, literature
Literature
An Adventure Stopped Short
All I wanted was to be happy again. All I wanted was to have a reason to wake up in the morning. That’s why I went to her. That’s why I was stupid enough to put my trust in someone I barely knew. But what choice did I have? Exactly. None. She was my last hope.
I left early in the morning, before the sun had barely begun to take its first breaths of the day. That was the safest time to travel. Since the Attack, nowhere had been safe, no one could be trusted. The Attack was what took away the very last slivers of hope that I clung to; my family.
My family were the only people who loved me, who took care of me; I loved them all, mo
The rhythm of my pencil tapping on the page isn’t helping; my mind is still blank. Why is it I have so many ideas for a great drawing, yet as soon as I sit down to put my ideas into images they disappear? Just as swiftly as she did, without the smallest hint of a good bye.
Perhaps that’s why; the only person in my head, the only image I wanted to create, was her. Ever since she appeared at my window, she was all I could think about. She was my escape from the endless torments my school provided, from the endless shouting of my parents downstairs, of the endless darkness that is my life. All I want is to see her again.
She was sh