Dissemblance

Today let's do something relatively easy. Let's gaze at the stars. Let's woolgather a little.

Imagine a boy, living his casual life just as he childishly wishes. Having many people around him, he's been able to develop one special knack - shout. And so, playfully screaming through his days, he desperately tries to prove the existence. Petty games.

Imagine a woman - one of many successful workaholics, fed up with the daily grind of grey life. Frantically searching for happiness, all she ever finds is tapped keyboard. Trifling monologues.

Imagine... a person, spending all the time before a computer screen. Lost within self-made shadows, writing selfishly - lest to talk. Accruing errancies.

Imagine dreams come true.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Imagine a pragmatic, self-centered woman, who has forgotten that she has a soul. Someone reminded her that there are stars and sky and dreams. She found this fact amazing, but still doesn’t know what to do with it. She has no dreams. Oh, sometimes there is very simple one – to be happy. But she doesn’t believe it can ever come true.

I like errancy. It can teach a lot.

Anonymous said...

Imagine a girl. She can imagine her dreams come true. But they usually don't do it so she can only dream. And that is she doing, too often I suppose.

Milka said...

Beats me, I don't have this fragment in English and I won't translate it somehow awkwardly... The best from "Coraline" by Neil G.

"Ja wcale nie chcę wszystkiego tego, czego pragnę. Nikt tego nie chce. Nie tak na prawdę. Co to za zabawa dostawać wszystko, o czym się marzy, tak po prostu? Wtedy to nic nie znaczy, zupełnie nic."