Have you ever thought of a story but you doesn't have any single idea how to put it into words?
Have you ever tried to imagine what it feels like to be your favorite character in a recent book you've read?
Have you ever dreamt of being the one to create the person you want to be?
I have.
I thought of it. I created a world. A world that I want to belong with. A place where I will fit in.
I tried. And I started to doubt myself. My abilities, my skills, all of me. I started to notice that I am not going to be someone else. I started to noticed how weak and fragile I am.
I have. I have to. But I can't and I don't know how. Is it me? Am I just doubting myself that I can? When the truth is that I really can't.
I have always been the average girl and my passion is betraying me. I used to write. I used to be someone else. But what should I do if the one I love and source of escape would turn its back against me? Where should I go?
I have never felt that I belong anywhere. It's like the world is playing with me. Seems like destiny and fate do not know me.
I'm lost.
And I can't find a way back. I tried to seek for help. But the only way of doing it is not living in me anymore. My passion became my burden. It became my weakness.
So this is how it feels? When the one you love leaves you. When you can't do anything but to keep on searching. Search for the world where you belong.
Search for the world that is not existing.
Search for the nothing you keep on believing.