In response to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge
The line between what is real and what is not is blurred and faded away
Thus the demons and doubts in my head decided to come out and play
As they run around, I sit here on this silent night and pray and pray
Wishing that God would hear my prayer and save my soul today
For these fears and anxieties are driving me insane in every way
And the darkness has consumed my all, leaving behind ashes of grey
But I still dream of a future not too far, one that’s here to stay
So I continue to plead in prayer “Dear God, please return what has been taken away”
And once again I hope they’re heard, for the madness I cannot delay
When dancing in the surreal
It passes quickly
In a world of dreams
Away from supposed truths
Floating towards life
In response to the Daily Post’s prompt “Optimistic”
How do you fuel the fires of optimism?
As a cynic, there are few things that make me hopeful or optimistic. But the idea of change in the future, brightens my day more than any other. Believing that my dreams might someday come true, keeps me hopeful in the midst of my cynicism. It sounds like a naive cliche, I’m sure, but still this is what keeps me somewhat optimistic.
Of those dreams, is travel and exploration. I yearn for a chance for adventure to break the mundane cycle that is my daily routine. I wish to delve into as many cultures as possible and explore the mysterious wonders of nature. It is the desire for such experiences that spark a ray of hope in an otherwise regular life.
Is a dream too much to ask?
Is it every person’s right?
Or is life merely composed of tasks
Do I dare hope for a life of my own?
Do I dare wish for love?
Or am I to settle for an existence I’ve outgrown
Can I explore the world?
May I experience living?
Or would such requests never be forgiven
If a dream is bigger than its dreamer
If an ambition is too outrageous
Could it still be pursued or would it be ridiculous
Am I insane to want to make the most out of life?
Am I unnatural because I want to follow the path I choose?
Or have people grown accustomed to being blind to what they truly desire.