I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though.
I did not imagine a government that was poisoned with hatred.
I did not imagine people’s rights being taken away one by one.
I did not imagine a dictatorship taking over the supposed “land of the free.”
When I wished for life to be like a story, I never meant a dystopian one.
Posted in response to the challenge Democracy & Ethics – Writing.
I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.
But perhaps I do not.
Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
I'm not drowning in water, but words.
A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.
The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.
Comments
Well said. Especially now, keep writing
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