|Journal: My Dear Friend|
-------------------------------------------Mood: More than depressed
Someone once told me that reality is wonderful, but dreams are always an escape. I think I have come to grow upon that thought ever since I started on this site. A place of wonders and beauty, my real friends came from such a place. I felt like I was truely home, living with my wonderful siblings. It was up until today that my eyes have finally opened. Those that I saw as brothers and sisters, suddenly vanished like a lost memory. My long sleeping journey was then knocked away by the visible truth that swept around me. I had real brothers and sisters, and they weren't the ones I lived with for so long. Problems and immense pain was instantly brought back into my life.
My damn life...
Why? Why the hell did this happen? Is one not supposed to live in the warmth of dreams forever?
Whatever the answer is, I believe I have found the harsh foundations of it. Everyone is forced into such a world where we cannot live it the way we want. We are confined in this box we call 'life'; where we are able to do whatever we want. The true pain there is that I'm able to do that, yet I still feel confined. I feel as though I make up the box itself, and I belong there. Belong to the harsh reality of what everything is, and why we can't just take that one step. Am I the basis? Was I made to only realize the meaning of pain?
The same person also mentioned once, that him and I knew each other so well on this site. He told me that if anything ever happened, he'd stay with this site until the last shot is fired. Why is it that the war still goes on, and he's left me to live this dream?
Who am I to share this with? And why can't I bring myself to follow your soft footsteps?
Is it that...this dream is another painful reality?
...Created 2008-11-02 03:52:42 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ]