Dysfunctional Dreamer

Big, blue and always wandering were her eyes.
Slender, fidgety and constantly creating were her hands
And her mind, oh that beautiful bustling mind
Full of ideas at every second, processing several different dreams
A palace. Where she lost her way every now and then.

From afar I watched her gleam like the sun,
Bright and always fueling with something new
Her energy refreshing and her smile mesmerising.
And so I fell.

They told me it wouldn’t last. Told me she’d break my heart
She wasn’t normal they said
Not built for our world, yet
She told me, the world was ours to shape
And together our future would be made.

A crash and a bang later
I found myself alone left to wonder
Which one of us was the dysfunctional dreamer?

Bad Dreams are My Reality

This is a dream; it’s all just a bad dream and when I open my eyes it will disappear. But… what if it doesn’t?

Does this mean that my brother is really dead? Was I actually kidnapped and did I escape?

This can’t be true, no, it just can’t.

I broke down, right there, grieving over the experiences of the past week, reality finally washing over me as the adrenaline rush ended. I never asked to be the child of two gangsters but this was my fate and now it’s too late to run from it.

I took a deep breath in and wiped the tears that had caked my face, I’ve suffered enough. Now it’s time for Revenge.

Your nightmares are my reality and it’s my job to turn them into daydreams.