Lucid Dream

I locked myself inside that I forgot how beautiful the outside is. I cowered to unnecessary logic and forgot what it meant to live. I turned my soul into a Go Moon Young; stashed into a treasure box whose key vanished with the winds. 

I was given freedom; with that freedom I tacked inside a box pretending to be having the time of my life; lying down doing nothing. Even though being by myself felt ecstatic, it turned me into a teddy bear. I sat motionless disconnected from the world and drunk from the wonders of dreamland. A bubble that took freedom away from me but bought laziness, loneliness and cowardice. A slave to my thoughts, a fool to believe it was wisdom. 

I woke up only to stare at the wall, there was nothing I feel like doing; everything suddenly became impossible that the drool became a second skin. Daydreams became a part of my life that I wondered if I wasn't hallucinating. Wondering whether I had gone insane or became high from drugs that I had not purchased. A battle between reality and hallucinations.

I wish I could just break free from all the chains holding me firm and open my wings to fly. But I haven't flown before, how will I do it? Where will I fly? It is dark wherever I look, where is the sky? I heard birds fly in the open blue sky but my eyes haven't seen any color aside from black. 

Heaving a sigh, I closed my eyes. There was nothing left for me to see. Deciding to lie down and take another trip to dreamland, the soft bed suddenly felt ticklish. I opened my eyes to a bright light; I looked around like a baby that had started to see what was around. I had finally reached the shore and ahead was an island of insanity. I had finally lost it. What was idleness morphed into insanity. 

My body felt light that I could be carried away by the lucid flow of wind. The chains that once held me back were gone. For some weird reason I got up and got lost in the beauty of endless colors that bent to the shape of what possessed them. I couldn't help but smile. How did I stumble in such a world? Could I stay here forever? 

"Shout out loud! Let go of all your worries. Shout for the words stuck in your throat to travel free. Don't hold back!" A voice said from a far, the source nowhere to be seen. Without questioning, my mouth opened and loud sound echoed around me. I tried again to see if that was me and smiled. A huge weight left my shoulders. Where was I? Wasn't anyone bothered by voice? Am I alone? 

For the first time being alone didn't feel lonely. I ran about unbothered by the future. I existed at that moment. The knots that once held my body rigid were undone and I danced to the movement of the wind. 

I had been enchanted by the beauty of the new world to notice that it was time for Cinderella to return home. I fell down from a loud collision, my head hurt. I touched where my head had collided with the wall, blood was traced on my fingers. I sighed, "Pathetic."

Note:

Go Moon Young is the fiction character, female lead, in It's okay to not be okay. 

The Lucid Dream was being able to be free and not chained to worries and concerns that left the soul immature and the body exhausted.

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