'Don't waste your time dreaming of a perfect life, because you'll have wasted your real life.'
--Michelle S.
That is my Moral of the fable you are about to read. This is for English, my teacher proposed that we should write a fable. Or, re-write one that's already written. I chose to write one. Here it goes...
Such darkness, such light, such noise, such silence.
Thoughts that run through her mind everyday. Yet, she did nothing about it. The girl simply lay there, Day, and Night. Never moving, never thinking of what she could accomplish. She simply sat. A girl with no name, a girl with no meaning. Yet... she dreamt. She dreamt of what her life could be. Of mices and men, of pumpkins turning to carriages. Of fairy tales, where she would meet her prince charming. Those dreams are what she thought of all day, as she lay on the cold bench. People pacing by, no one ever speaking to the girl that was always alone.
Without home was she, the girl that slept on the bench. As they called her. Minutes turned Hours, and Hours to Days. Still the girl paid no mind, to the time. As time itself became just another blur of reality. Reality itself became nothing but an illusion to the girl, while her dreams became more like her reality.
She created a world, in which she could immerse herself. Diving in head first, without looking back. There was no turning back, when she decided to sleep that cold night. Forgetting the cold, and remembering her dreams. The nameless girl danced the night away, at the ball that never existed. She took a magic carpet ride, into the depths of her mind. Pushing farther farther, until she broke. Forgetting everything needed to survive, she lived off her dreams. Ate them, Drank Them, Breathed them. She had no need for anything else, except her dreams.
The years went by, and on she dreamt. The nights got colder, and the girl was lost. Within her own mind, she fell asleep. The morning after, snow thick on the ground. The streets covered in ice, there was no light, there was no noise, there was silence, and there was darkness. Over night, the girl with no name fell asleep to never wake up again. Her skin like glass, as cold as ice. Her dreams forever etched across her eyes. For now she could dream without stop, without coldness interrupting her thoughts.
--Michelle S.
That is my Moral of the fable you are about to read. This is for English, my teacher proposed that we should write a fable. Or, re-write one that's already written. I chose to write one. Here it goes...
Such darkness, such light, such noise, such silence.
Thoughts that run through her mind everyday. Yet, she did nothing about it. The girl simply lay there, Day, and Night. Never moving, never thinking of what she could accomplish. She simply sat. A girl with no name, a girl with no meaning. Yet... she dreamt. She dreamt of what her life could be. Of mices and men, of pumpkins turning to carriages. Of fairy tales, where she would meet her prince charming. Those dreams are what she thought of all day, as she lay on the cold bench. People pacing by, no one ever speaking to the girl that was always alone.
Without home was she, the girl that slept on the bench. As they called her. Minutes turned Hours, and Hours to Days. Still the girl paid no mind, to the time. As time itself became just another blur of reality. Reality itself became nothing but an illusion to the girl, while her dreams became more like her reality.
She created a world, in which she could immerse herself. Diving in head first, without looking back. There was no turning back, when she decided to sleep that cold night. Forgetting the cold, and remembering her dreams. The nameless girl danced the night away, at the ball that never existed. She took a magic carpet ride, into the depths of her mind. Pushing farther farther, until she broke. Forgetting everything needed to survive, she lived off her dreams. Ate them, Drank Them, Breathed them. She had no need for anything else, except her dreams.
The years went by, and on she dreamt. The nights got colder, and the girl was lost. Within her own mind, she fell asleep. The morning after, snow thick on the ground. The streets covered in ice, there was no light, there was no noise, there was silence, and there was darkness. Over night, the girl with no name fell asleep to never wake up again. Her skin like glass, as cold as ice. Her dreams forever etched across her eyes. For now she could dream without stop, without coldness interrupting her thoughts.
