my fear and my world

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just a small text i written about how i feel about the world and myself

Submitted: April 24, 2017

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My fear and my world

Trapped in my own world. People pass by me; some people notice me and frown upon me. Others just keep on walking, as if I am made of air. Many would have been hurt and struggled to get out and be like others, but I do not want that. I feel free and safe in my little bubble, sealed away from the colourless world you live in.

Inside this bubble lives elves, mermaids, goblins, centaurs, fauns and creatures only I know of it seems. The wind sing lullabies for sleepless nights. The ocean plays with me on the hot summer days. In quiet evenings will candles give of soft light and pictures of myths and legends in the flames. Beautiful flowers greets me every day. Every drawing comes alive.

I’m afraid of the world outside. All people is so alike. The colours is faded or turned to grey. Everything innocent lay deeply hidden. Sounds seems to be harsher and louder. I can never see stars in the night.

However, my biggest fear is yet to be told. I’m afraid if I leave my little world, I can never return. What if I forget about my little world? I created it for myself, so I could leave the outside.

I was born in the outside world, but I hated it. Whenever I saw a spark of magic in something common, others would rip it away from me. “We don’t need magic, that’s what we got science for. Stop being silly,” they would say. Why must humans always have proofs? Just because they don’t find proofs for it to exists, doesn’t mean it can’t exist.

 

So silently, my world moves around in yours. Maybe you will meet me one day, but remember that the door to my bubble is always open if you wish to enter.

 

My fear and my world

 

Trapped in my own world. People pass by me; some people notice me and frown upon me. Others just keep on walking, as if I am made of air. Many would have been hurt and struggled to get out and be like others, but I do not want that. I feel free and safe in my little bubble, sealed away from the colourless world you live in.

 

Inside this bubble lives elves, mermaids, goblins, centaurs, fauns and creatures only I know of it seems. The wind sing lullabies for sleepless nights. The ocean plays with me on the hot summer days. In quiet evenings will candles give of soft light and pictures of myths and legends in the flames. Beautiful flowers greets me every day. Every drawing comes alive.

 

I’m afraid of the world outside. All people is so alike. The colours is faded or turned to grey. Everything innocent lay deeply hidden. Sounds seems to be harsher and louder. I can never see stars in the night.

 

However, my biggest fear is yet to be told. I’m afraid if I leave my little world, I can never return. What if I forget about my little world? I created it for myself, so I could leave the outside.

 

I was born in the outside world, but I hated it. Whenever I saw a spark of magic in something common, others would rip it away from me. “We don’t need magic, that’s what we got science for. Stop being silly,” they would say. Why must humans always have proofs? Just because they don’t find proofs for it to exists, doesn’t mean it can’t exist.

 

So silently, my world moves around in yours. Maybe you will meet me one day, but remember that the door to my bubble is always open if you wish to enter.

 

 

 


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