I Need to Believe
When darkness overshadows my life, I retreat into my inner world and lock away the key. There, I seek solace amidst my hopes and dreams.
The storyteller in me orates the beautiful tale I’ve told myself over and over since childhood:
One day, people will marvel at the beautiful tales you’ve woven. One day, your kindness will blossom within all the souls you’ve gently nurtured. One day, you will inspire others to truly love and be loved.
So why does my transluscent soul feel shattered? Why do I keep evading life, fearful of being captive? Why am I always wishful when my heart does not behold my wishes?
And though I cry behind my smiles and soar with broken wings, I need to believe that the best tales are those of brave heroes.
A hero who believes in all the beauty this universe beholds. A hero who believes dreams exist somewhere, longing for me to capture them. A hero who sees the gates of heaven up ahead and rushes towards it.
Because without hope, I feel myself falling into an abyss. And I wonder: does it matter if my story ends now? Or will my dreams ever miss me, yearning and calling out to someone, somewhere in the oblivion: why did she have to go away?
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