A journey back from fantasy (draft)

A soliloquy of a girl who is trapped within her false imaginations. Will she ever be set free? Will she ever be healed from the wounds incurred by the chains of darkness?

We see letters being typed out on the PC screen.

Tick, tack. The paragraph appears as follows:

Well, I don’t have much to say. 

I just know too well how bad I want a change. A change of how my life has always been, a change of the figures that have been stucked in my head as if they’re stunted and fake. 

Perhaps they have always been fake and unreal. 

And I’ve always been a self entertaining clown with the co-hosts which come and go with their charming facades. 

Ain’t it too bad that you think the dream has to be the most wonderful time you’ve ever had. 

The first time you’ve felt loved, first time you came out of the loneliness, first time you’ve thought an exception has appeared in you life, first time you have ever felt content. 

That awkward, misfitting midnoon dream kept replaying. 

How could you make such a terrible mistake? Are you deranged? 

If not how could you come up with such an absurd interpretation? Beware, for imaginations trap you, girl. 

Your world has been hanging and revolving around the hollow latitude which you’ve trapped yourself within, since a very young age when you’ve chosen to stay within this comfort bed of lies and tunes which keep you numb and alive. 

How long are you gonna stay dreaming? 

I beg that the enlightenment doesn’t arrive too late when you have been completely devoured by the fictional scenes and sensations you have created on your own. 

Don’t blame them, they have never faked about who they 

or how they felt,it’s just that you perceived them 

the way you wanted them to be. 

How did you make it to convincing yourself that the little pill which rolls between your tongue tastes sweeter than heaven when it’s bitterness is soaking through your bones? 

He was never whom you perceived he was. 

He was never happy with you as you thought he was. 

He was never yours. 

It was never love to begin with. 

F**k love. 

You don’t even know what mere friendship is yet. 

He was a belief. A false belief.

Author's Note

1st draft published.

Reviews

[eaglefeather]

This is really relatable. you can definitely feel the emotion in it. Its was a little hard to follow, so I recommend splitting it into paragraphs/sections. This is something that guts a reader while making them feel heard at the same time. I look forward to seeing more of your work!

[Billy Jean]

Hello eaglefeather.
First, I want to say a big thank you for the insights you gain from reading this lil piece I wrote even though I haven't put much effort in fine-tuning it nor have I tried the least to arrange it into something "extraordinary", in my opinion. But hey, don't worry :), I'll definitely take your advice and try to improve my writing next time.

PS: I'm exceedingly glad to receive this review from you.

Yours truly,
Billy