| I toy
around in my imaginary world; dancing and laughing. This is my favorite place, no burglar bars, no skeptics; just people having fun. I can act out my emotions; schedule visits with absolutely anyone. Then; I dream of them reacting exactly as I intended them too. The harshness of the physical world my body is bound to; too much to be in. Yet, I do not hide away; I merely vacation in my idealistic space. I do not look away; I observe every thing my mind can apprehend. I record it, I analyze it; and then I form an opinion about it. We all have an ideal world; an illusion we hold true for life. It is the scene we measure real life against and judge others on. I am aware of the separation between the two worlds and do not confuse them. Ideal versus real; is that so hard to understand? In my escape I visit those places I can’t out here. I act the way I please and there is no upset; my behaviour acceptable. I love everyone without having to explain why; and offer them the same. This is my ideal world; where love is something shared. In those minutes I spend away; there where I’d rather stay, I am truly happy. Here things go right and my friends are truly content. In my world everybody understands the concept of life and live it responsibly. Here we get along; then… I come back to see others confused and misunderstood. The thorn in my eye is how those I love break each other down. My dismay is in the fashion they do this without such intent. Things go wrong; and misunderstanding renders the other wrong. This is then a world of mayhem; an un-operational state of being, the place I live. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |