MONOLOGUE: DREAMING DREAMS…

_{Today I decided to participate in the WOTW challenge. It is quite easy to get stuck in the backend of things (which I haven’t been doing much of lately) rather than participating and engaging with participants. I read most of your posts, but rather than engage I spend more time critiquing and grading. I would like that to change.}

_{I will also encourage more participation from the community. I know a lot has changed but this is still our community and we can also have a wholesome experience, sharing and connecting via our content and making some extra token on the side.}

I have spent most part of the last 3 weeks in my head, daydreaming of the future I hope to have soon. I have also noticed that I spend a considerable amount of time having conversations in my head with my different personas. Some of those conversations are witty. Thankfully, I have them in my space, away from the prying eyes of friends and family. How do I explain my laughter at the plethora of theories I have fabricated about life and my reality? It's absurd, to say the least.

My mind is a space for me and me alone. When the world goes mad and plans are altered by unforeseen events, I crawl through the services of my mind into the darkest and tranquil space of my consciousness and I begin to dream.

Yesterday I was dreaming about returning home, back to everything I have tried to avoid for the past two years. It wasn't as terrifying as I thought. A lot has changed and will still change. My fears aren't warranted. If anything I should be happily reunited with the truest and purest part of me–my reality.

Sometimes dreams are fabrications concocted in the basin of one's mind. Sometimes, they even twist your reality by trying to assume a life that's not yours. We achieve this by vicariously living through others in our bid to find closure or happiness, but this is only delaying the inevitable. We all must face our reality one way or another to be free; to be awake.

I love to dream–we all love to dream. It is a safe place. It is something we all can wake up from to be happy, or let out a sigh of relief. I am a daydreamer. I dream when everyone is awake chasing reality, and I don't care. I have myself and my dreams.

If I do wake from the abyss of my mind I will know no sleep again. I will become like the rest of them–mindless mutes chasing vanity, but I will have it all I promise.

(My mind drifted from this point and I could not complete the piece. I am sorry)

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