There I was, laying numbly on my bed, gazing at the ceiling. It felt like my mind was still wandering beyond the inky letters of the hundred of pages that took me to worlds beyond my imagination...
When I was a little girl reading used to be my escape from this life I've learned to hate and fear, the only sancturay that sheilded me from the yells of anger that echooed from behind my bedroom door. Those little black words where like music, showing me things so unreal, so amazing, places so magnificent, sensations so overwhelming...
While travelling with the heros of the legends I learned to grow with them, learning from them so that when I was to return to my reality I would have a new found courage to face it all, a diferent way of seeing life through eyes that learned to see in many prespectives...
Yesterday I returned to those old years of my childhood. It was eight in the morning when I gazed at the bookshelves in my living room, quickly scanning all the books still unread, all the ones who still hadn't shown me their secrets, told me their stories...
In a momentary frenzy I grabbed one from the shelf and read non-stop throughout the day. I only stopped when I reached the end, my wristwatch marking midnight. I looked up from the book cover to find myself staring at my reflexion. She stared back at me with dry, strained red eyes and a far away expression, like she was still lost in a dream that she didn't want to surface from yet.
So there I sat, alone in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my mind wandering through the tales I had read...
I guess it's pointless to say that my dreams where the most incredible I've had for a very long time...and it felt wonderful.
I couldn't have said it better onee-chan
ReplyDelete...although you have always had this third vision so much stronger than me, maybe even the gift of a sixth sensation to travel to these worlds, as if you were a part of them, as if you belonged in everyone of them and they belonged to you. Those little words all seemed, as I looked at your eyes brushing those pages, to be the world you were meant to belond to all along. Your mind is an extrodinary place...somewhere I would die just to get a glimpse of, something I will always envy, something that will always make you you. I hope you keep flying through your dreams onee-chan, fly like the wind...be free like the tide. Aishteiru onee-chan ^.^