I've always thought about this. That...maybe I was born at the wrong place, and at the wrong time. Not by a few seconds, nor a few months, neither a couple of years. I speak of centuries, when things were still less complicated than this Hellenistic era.
I speak of love that is hard earned. One that requires that a lady would know you through and through. Where there is no guard of a bright led screen. Where words need to be written with passion and life, with fingers tiring out and ink running low. Where the heart needs to wait and hold on to a promise, that love would surely come and that it would endure. Where romance is not dictated by what is shown on screen; waiting does not become dreading, and the distance creates more bond.
I speak of a life less vague than this. Where days of art are not numbered. Where passion drives the living, just as it should. Where streets are filled with meaningful conversations, instead of heads looking down on their mobile phones. Where the night is not hindered by those fake city lights, and the sky is covered by countless dazzling stars.
Yet here I am in a jungle of concrete. Where man is forced to step on his fellow. Where ideals are crushed by commonplace views. Where God has been replaced by fame and prestige, and man prides himself with puny understanding. Somehow love has been mutilated by the arrows of Eros, wounding it's image by an unsightly craving of the human body. In all this chaos there is little peace, and even peace is riddiculed by this crowd of noise.
All this time I've been wasting away. I do not believe in reincarnation, yet my soul seem to be screaming in agony like a prisoner. Though, it does not wait for the day of it's parole because there is none. I will forever be stuck with my neck, wrists, and ankles enclosed in iron. These chains will hold me down, and never will there be a place I can completely call as my home. Whatever life would have looked like, it's pages have ended a long time ago.
Reality may be a wonderland for many but for me, it is a prison.