Not really a story
But I made it into one.
Title: Like a bullet through a flock of doves
Pairing: You choose. I mention some MCR lyrics and cancer, so i was thinking that the 1st person was Gerard.
POV: 1st/2nd
Author:
bageata
Summary: Questioning reality and dreams.
Notes: I'd love to hear your opinion on my point of view. Its really short. Oh, and Cancer is a beautiful thing made me cry to write it. Not sure why. Guess its because i suddenly realised what i was writing about.
Dreams. Dreams can be beautiful things. But if you thought about it, it's only whats in your head that makes those dreams so glorious. Everything in this world is made up in our minds. What we think is real could be in our minds, and when our 'eyes play tricks on us', we could be momentarily glancing at the real thing.
Dreams. Dreams can be pictures to make us cry, make us scream, or make us wish. Wish that the pictures in our head could be the real thing. Everything we see could be a reverse. A parallel personality. When we go to sleep at night, has it ever occured to you that we might be waking up? When we tend to stay up later to keep dreaming, it is like we might not want to wake up at night because what we think is reality is better than our dreams. Like when you're dreaming about something incredible, and never want to wake up.
If reality is really a world of slumber, then how do we feel, you ask? I cannot answer that question, but just continue my point. All I can say is, how do we know? How do we know that what I see as blue isn't what you see as my pink? Let me explain. When we are children - the time when we live more and dream less - the ones who apparently introduce us into this world of dreams teach us things we do not really need to know. Like colours. There is a beautiful one called blue. It appeared in my dreams as much as my reality. In slumber, everything is confusing. Dreams seem to continue on from each other, and things like nature and the human anatomy are very complicated. Like the eye. We usually have these when we wake up, but none of us usually remember what we get up to whilst awake, since we spend so much time trying focusing on our dreams. Anyway, colours. The human eye is unique. If i told you that a certain colour was called blue, you would keep on living, remembering that that was blue. Colours are indescribable. What appears as pink to me, could be to you what i just said was blue. See where Im coming from? Where was i...
Ah yes. Dreams. Dreams seems to be classified as good (a dream) or bad (a nightmare). Sometimes its harder to fall asleep on these nightmare days, and things seem to go on forever until we reach what is almost the egde of our exsistence. Death is also something that concerns me. It concerns me, because people are concered about it so much.
If we 'die', someone is finally helping us to wake up. We are never tired anymore and dont seem to need sleep. Those confusing, consecutive dreams catch up on us and let us live our ever-lasting lives as whoever we want. We aren't the same person in reality as we are in our dreams. Not always. When we finally wake up, we can continue living in a paradise where we can remember, and our wishes are granted. It is a beautiful feeling, I know. That is why I do not want you to worry, dear. I am not afraid to keep on living, and i'm not afraid to walk the real world alone. Because I know that you will be there one day, I will be waiting when an angel goes to wake you up.
We can live an eternity together, and our wishes with be granted. For that is how beautiful the real world is. I am afraid, though, darling. I am scared for you. I could hear you when you came to sit by my hospital bed yesterday, just like you do everyday as you promised. I heard you crying, and I could feel your tears on my skin as you held me. They were warmer then usual, or was I just colder? Either way, I heard you when you spoke to me, mentioning that you would be with me soon. But you're my wish, and I wish for you to take as long as you can to enjoy this dream land. You do not have to miss me, for I will say hello every night that you wake up.
Please do not cry for me. Cancer is a beautiful thing. It lets me dream so I can see you everyday that I fall asleep. I get longer chances of being awake so I know what to expect in the paradise of heaven. That is the point of the needles they stick in my arm. So I can have fun while being awake, but still get just enough time to sleep and see you're incredible face every day. But no, I do not want you to cheat your way into life. Enjoy the beauty of this dream land while you can. I was listening closely yesterday. You called me a good person who didn't deserve such a fate as cancer. But sweet heart, don't you see? If i was a good person like you say, then this early awakening is a blessing. And what could be more perfect that a situtation where I get to see equal amounts of the afterlife and your beauty?
One day you will see. I hope you write this down and share it with all those other souls trapped in such an imaginary realm. Im sorry, my dearest, but it is almost time for you to fall asleep. You will need your energy so we can talk again tomorrow. Remember these words, though; If there was one thing that the make-believe world got right, it was love.
Title: Like a bullet through a flock of doves
Pairing: You choose. I mention some MCR lyrics and cancer, so i was thinking that the 1st person was Gerard.
POV: 1st/2nd
Author:
bageata
Summary: Questioning reality and dreams.
Notes: I'd love to hear your opinion on my point of view. Its really short. Oh, and Cancer is a beautiful thing made me cry to write it. Not sure why. Guess its because i suddenly realised what i was writing about.
Dreams. Dreams can be beautiful things. But if you thought about it, it's only whats in your head that makes those dreams so glorious. Everything in this world is made up in our minds. What we think is real could be in our minds, and when our 'eyes play tricks on us', we could be momentarily glancing at the real thing.
Dreams. Dreams can be pictures to make us cry, make us scream, or make us wish. Wish that the pictures in our head could be the real thing. Everything we see could be a reverse. A parallel personality. When we go to sleep at night, has it ever occured to you that we might be waking up? When we tend to stay up later to keep dreaming, it is like we might not want to wake up at night because what we think is reality is better than our dreams. Like when you're dreaming about something incredible, and never want to wake up.
If reality is really a world of slumber, then how do we feel, you ask? I cannot answer that question, but just continue my point. All I can say is, how do we know? How do we know that what I see as blue isn't what you see as my pink? Let me explain. When we are children - the time when we live more and dream less - the ones who apparently introduce us into this world of dreams teach us things we do not really need to know. Like colours. There is a beautiful one called blue. It appeared in my dreams as much as my reality. In slumber, everything is confusing. Dreams seem to continue on from each other, and things like nature and the human anatomy are very complicated. Like the eye. We usually have these when we wake up, but none of us usually remember what we get up to whilst awake, since we spend so much time trying focusing on our dreams. Anyway, colours. The human eye is unique. If i told you that a certain colour was called blue, you would keep on living, remembering that that was blue. Colours are indescribable. What appears as pink to me, could be to you what i just said was blue. See where Im coming from? Where was i...
Ah yes. Dreams. Dreams seems to be classified as good (a dream) or bad (a nightmare). Sometimes its harder to fall asleep on these nightmare days, and things seem to go on forever until we reach what is almost the egde of our exsistence. Death is also something that concerns me. It concerns me, because people are concered about it so much.
If we 'die', someone is finally helping us to wake up. We are never tired anymore and dont seem to need sleep. Those confusing, consecutive dreams catch up on us and let us live our ever-lasting lives as whoever we want. We aren't the same person in reality as we are in our dreams. Not always. When we finally wake up, we can continue living in a paradise where we can remember, and our wishes are granted. It is a beautiful feeling, I know. That is why I do not want you to worry, dear. I am not afraid to keep on living, and i'm not afraid to walk the real world alone. Because I know that you will be there one day, I will be waiting when an angel goes to wake you up.
We can live an eternity together, and our wishes with be granted. For that is how beautiful the real world is. I am afraid, though, darling. I am scared for you. I could hear you when you came to sit by my hospital bed yesterday, just like you do everyday as you promised. I heard you crying, and I could feel your tears on my skin as you held me. They were warmer then usual, or was I just colder? Either way, I heard you when you spoke to me, mentioning that you would be with me soon. But you're my wish, and I wish for you to take as long as you can to enjoy this dream land. You do not have to miss me, for I will say hello every night that you wake up.
Please do not cry for me. Cancer is a beautiful thing. It lets me dream so I can see you everyday that I fall asleep. I get longer chances of being awake so I know what to expect in the paradise of heaven. That is the point of the needles they stick in my arm. So I can have fun while being awake, but still get just enough time to sleep and see you're incredible face every day. But no, I do not want you to cheat your way into life. Enjoy the beauty of this dream land while you can. I was listening closely yesterday. You called me a good person who didn't deserve such a fate as cancer. But sweet heart, don't you see? If i was a good person like you say, then this early awakening is a blessing. And what could be more perfect that a situtation where I get to see equal amounts of the afterlife and your beauty?
One day you will see. I hope you write this down and share it with all those other souls trapped in such an imaginary realm. Im sorry, my dearest, but it is almost time for you to fall asleep. You will need your energy so we can talk again tomorrow. Remember these words, though; If there was one thing that the make-believe world got right, it was love.