I have a million lives and I live them all. I'm not a psycho with dissociative identity disorder, wait. I just have too much in my head. I live them through writing, through reading... I have a million lives and I hate them all. Especially the real one. From all the lives I live it's the most meaningless. The others have dragons, warriors, damsels in distress, shiny armours and magic swords. The real one has a pen and a paper. It's not like I don't like them, I love them. They allow me to live the other lives. Sadly that's all they do, no wondrous magic or fiery fights, no dragon slaying, no damsel saving. All I have is a pen. and a life in my head. My head, the little metropolis where witches and robots live are neighbours, where dragons and knights take a sip of tea together. Yes, My head is a world. A very lonesome world. That much emotion, that much citizens... but the only one living there is me. Me, my dreams and my nightmares. The wailing of lost souls and the shells of lost selves.
Yes, I have a million lives. But the only one I'm not living is mine.
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Needing vacations, hein?
Todos nós temos essas vidas todas, e vivemo-las ao mesmo tempo. Especialmente quando temos a capacidade de nos abstrair da "real life" para nos elevarmos a uma outra criada por nós mesmos, com somente papel e caneta. Eu adoro fazer isso :)
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