Lost Between Two Worlds.
She was fond of beauty, passionate about happiness, fascinated by good vibes, she was simply a wonderful piece of art.
But as pure as she was, she didn’t seem to find similar purity in the world she was living in, the world she was a part of.
She searched and searched, for a needle in a haystack.
“Isn’t there any good left ?” She asked herself.
And unexpectedly, a croaky far voice answered: “No”.
“What about love? Honesty? Loyalty?”.
“None left”.
The unstoppable smile became a frown, the unconscious dancing became stead, the loudness became quietness, and everything boring was there for her instead.
“The unwanted magic of being disappointed” controlled her, moved her, messed with her mind.
Although she still had something good inside, the thought of unkept promises, fake love, artificial beauty triggered her. Evil triggered her.
She was always a fan of sunrises, but then all the sunrises she saw were sunsets.
She was beaten, swollen, sorrowful. With her imagination, she saw that she was the only ray of light in a complete dusky world.
One day, she was wandering, touching the grass barefooted as always, pondering the only beautiful thing left for her to see, Mother-nature. And then she saw dappled light on the ground, she raised her head in shock. “That’s impossible, the sun is nearly down !”
She said.
Once again, she searched. She suddenly out of nowhere found a tunnel where the light was emerging from.
No one would ever have the guts to think about getting in that tunnel, but our mysterious girl was brave, determined, courageous.
She entered the tunnel, kept moving to reach the end.
It’s different, the journey is terrifying, just like long water slides, but even water slides were made to be fast, so you could reach the end in no time, but this kind of journey was slow, every step was hair-raising.
She was finally there.
“What in the world is that!”
The venue was different, it was very bright, very illuminating, full of inspiring and alluring spirits.
She was positive that it wasn’t real, illusory. Something her mind invented to run away from the murky world she came from, however, when she touched things, she could feel their texture. The smooth texture of silk, the rough texture of wood, the tingly texture of grass, and the real texture of … humans.
The humans she saw were different, they were pure and angelic, just like her.
As if she ran through copies of herself.
Everything seemed to be so colourful, unlike the black and white world she was used to.
The sky was bright, clouds were puffy, and the Sun was warm, nothing would be more close to perfection.
She thought that people there couldn’t see her, but they did, they welcomed her, said good morning and invited her to morning tea.
She became confused, didn’t know which world was real! Was it the foggy one? The sparkling one?
“Both” she realized.
-Both worlds were more real than reality itself, that’s Earth, my darling.-
That croaky sound again, but only this time she figured out that it was hers. The dark mind of hers, just like the world we live in.
She is not just a part of it, she is a mini copy of it.
She has her luminous days, and her gloomy ones too.
The world we live in always has surprises, the one you guess every morning. How will today go? And every single one of us has their own tunnel, their mind’s journey figuring out which world is real, until the end .. the end that sums up the idea. Our world has two sides, and they’re both very real.
Both sides are mysterious yet adventurous and tricky.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” they said, be the only light ray on dull days, and be one of the seven spectrum light colours on the pleasant ones.
Always remember, You’ll always have a role.