Escape from a Dream
Once more, a solitary tear traced a meandering path down my temple and neck. As I stirred, I found myself torn between two worlds. To most, it was waking from the painful reality, but to me, it was a jarring intrusion into what I believed to be my only escape—the realm of dreams.
In this topsy-turvy life I led, the so-called "real world" felt like a distant nightmare. It was a place filled with overwhelming emotions like sorrow, emptiness, and longing, emotions that often left me broken and lost. These were sentiments I struggled to bear when I existed within the world that others called reality.
Yet, within the sanctuary of my dreamworld, I found a fragile sense of solace. It was here that I clung to fading memories and fleeting moments of happiness, even though they brought their own brand of torment and despair.
So, with a heavy heart, I closed my eyes once more, willingly retreating into the dreamworld I held dear. There, the bizarre was a painful reminder of what I couldn't have, and emotions flowed freely, even if they were tainted by sorrow. To me, this was the real world, and the so-called "reality" appeared as a cruel dream, an enigma I couldn't quite escape. In my inverted existence, I sought refuge in dreams and struggled to endure the world that others took for granted.
— Syden.