• The transcript of everything in my mind

    A beautiful nightmare.


    I opened my eyes, slowly. As my pupils tries to adjust to the surrounding, I see nothing but darkness. Then, a glimpse of light caught my eye, a reddish and bright light. My body slowly moved towards it, involuntarily. Everything around me was foggy, and unclear. Then I realise something, i'm inside a huge room, decorated with many fancy party decorations and a ball hanging by a string from the ceiling. The ball was beautiful for it emits lights of many colours. I am surrounded by many people, people of familiar faces and glamourously dressed. As I make my way through the crowd, looking on the floor in order to avoid trempling on other people's feet. Suddenly, I was stopped in my way by a pair of feet with a pair of magnificently,polished shoes, the perfect size. Stunned, I slowly lifted my head and there he stood. I was carried away by his face and it made my blood rush. Shyly, I look away with a petite smile. Then, he took my hand and asked me for a dance. I could only shake my head, frantically with a flushed complexion. He danced with poise and grace. However, I stood out for I made a fool out of myself by repeatingly stepping on his polished shoe but he comforted me and told me it is all alright and his eyes were mesmerizing. It took my breath away and our eyes locked.

    I was sitting beside him, his hands on the arms of the chair and mine beside. I wanted to reach out for his hand but he backed off and my heart broke. As I try to call my mom to fetch my home from the place, all lines were cut and I couldn't reach her. I built up all my bravery ask him to fetch me home and he just nodded. In the car, a girl was with him in the front seat. She was beautiful and well-dressed. He drove and drove and drove. As I looked out the window, many houses passed but many were doublestory houses and they were all rundown. Gradually, we passed the terrace houses and entered into a terrain where the surrounding are covered with tall grass and a scenery like no other. Ahead, lied a few condominiums with a rather resort like appearance on top of a hill. There were two road leading up the hill. The roads up were rocky and undeveloped. At the foot of the hill he dropped me off. I looked up and felt a familiar feeling but quickly decided on which road to take and thought about where it leads. I chose and I just ran. On the way up, I suddenly realised that this place is not my house. It used to be but no longer was. Scared, I ran in the opposite direction knowing that home is a long way from here. This became a nightmare for the run was never ending. I kept running and running as far as the road takes me. I entered a forest, thick with greens growing from all angles. Trailing behind me was a snake. It was long and big, capable of swallowing me whole easily. However, it looked tame and somehow it looked like it was trailing me to keep me safe. So, instead of worrying about the snake, I continue to run but frequently look back to check on the snake. One time, I looked back and I saw a girl, with an awfully familiar face. I continue running but with my head turned, I couldn't see what lied ahead and I fell on the ground. I hit the floor and slowly, closed my eyes with the last sight of blood blinding me.

    Then I realise, it was all a dream but deep down I wished it was real for the moments we had together in that dream was surreal.

    Michelle 

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    Best Movies Ever

    • Theory of Everything (2014)
    • Cloud Atlas (2012)
    • Forest Gump (1994)
    • Life is Beautiful (1997)
    • Saving Private Ryan (1998)

    The best things that I love and constantly yearn for

    • A functional DSLR
    • A tripod
    • Antique watches and furniture
    • Chocolates
    • Cookies
    • Gerbera & Camellia (flowers)
    • Great watercolor set
    • Little notes from others
    • Mantis Shrimp
    • Tea (seriously, English Breakfast)

    People I admire

    Johann Johannsson
    Wes Anderson
    James Marsh

    Nuffnang

    Lexicon Corner

    occhiolism

    n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.


    Words by http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/ because come on, it's BEAUTIFUL.

    The person behind this blog

    The person behind this blog

    She is a 21 year-old awkwardly enthusiastic individual who loves the idea of photography and is constantly looking for opportunities to travel around the world.

    She loves lounging the around the house watching TV shows and movies in her pajamas while sipping tea (English breakfast is the way to go).

    If you wish to make her happy, buy her candy, but do not lure her into dark alleys with those. Also, she finds it stupid to refer to herself as a third person.

    Michelle Y.


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