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Rated: E · Other · Emotional · #1151091
I was living only in my mind until I woke up and decided it is time to be "free".
Iā€™m sitting inside my room, in front of my closed window. I like to watch the night

from inside. Even if my room wouldnā€™t have any walls Iā€™m sure Iā€™d feel exactly like

now: Iā€™d feel that there is something which separates me from the outside world. The

real walls are inside me. They make me feel so distant. Iā€™m trapped in my little

imaginary room. I try to get closer to the real world and in the same time to remain

in mine; so, with a great deal of courage, I open the window. Suddenly a breeze of

warm air enters in to my room.


Iā€™ve just realized that I canā€™t live in two worlds. Although I am very scared, a part of

me doesnā€™t want to close the window again. I say to myself that itā€™s all right if I stay

just a little bit with the window opened... After a while, under the effect of the serene

moon I reach the conclusion that there arenā€™t many differences between the two

ā€˜roomsā€™.


I get closer to the window. I can feel the fresh night air running through my lungs. I

reach with my hand a shadow of a branch that seemed to reach for me. The

boundary between my worlds gets thinner and thinner. The walls are beginning to

fall. But the real walls, the big onesā€¦ the heavy brick walls are still there. I stay

behind the window for hours.

It felt as if I stayed there for a lifetime, or perhaps thatā€™s what I actually didā€¦ for an

old life (time).


In the morning, when the first ray of sun gently fell upon my face and woke me up

while I was sleeping with my head on my window, I thought itā€™s time to break away

and I opened the door. Finally, I got out.


Before I did anything else, I went to my window and watched my room. It was the

first thing on my mind. I wanted to see how it looks ā€œfrom the other sideā€. And thus, I

somehow I found myself again behind the same window but this time I was outside,

living a whole new life.


Time has passed since then and now, on complete daylight I see things more clear

and I think that if I stayed in my imaginary locked room Iā€™d bee freer then I am now,

in my room... with the door opened.
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