A revolutionary is someone who religiously believes in non-existence of barriers. And I’m all but someone who is blind to the walls for all I do is paints dreams over the them, turning them into my canvas for imagination.
Maybe I’m broken part of the revolution generation, maybe I’m the idea of what a flightless bird looks like for I sure would not fly even with the cage down. A revolutionary I shall never be, but I do know how to feel like one with my eyes closed. I can paint myself into anything I want, a flygirl, a pirate, a war hero and even a renegade, an insurgent.
So let the mind weep for the deadness of the brave rebellious soul; the heart shall live in stories, the fabrication of beautiful lies, that brings a whole new world alive creating a sky and land that needs no more anarchy.
I remember, when I saw last episode of Lost I wanted to throw my laptop out of the window. Then I saw Dexter’s last episode and I wanted to throw my laptop out of the window. And then the whole HIMYM’s Ted’s wife dying and him being with Robin made me wonder, why I still haven’t thrown my laptop out of window.
But, today after finishing last episode of PLL I wanted to throw myself out of the window, but I am very well aware of the fact that I’m not wolverine.
Oh well! farewell to the liars who were once friends…
P.S I hope stranger things doesn’t do this to my pretty little heart.😋