Daydream

Each step that she took felt to her as if she was walking on thin air. The Ground was so light that her feet almost gave away. She feared falling hard on her face yet managed to keep her head up, taking every step cautiously.

They say a man shows true courage when he faces his worst fears and breaks it. She envied such admiration. She wanted to be like a brave warrior who bursts through the clutches of his enemies after defeating them and is applauded for it.

Her enemies were worldly fixations created by humans. They bred inside of her and put up a strong struggle crushing her every attempt. It was her own existence that she feared the most. Having grown up under the shadows of deceivers, she feared that she had turned into a monster like them.

She believed that she was journeying through Life in Pursuit of Redemption.

In her heinous world full of envy, hatred, vanity, lust, greed and selfishness it was difficult to yield a kind heard. She knew she would be trampled upon with dirt if she came clean. Her heart was pure in her world of pretense. Blinded by the agony of facing her fears, she believed she was pellucid and closed her mind to the reality.

She continued taking each step only wishing for the best. She hoped what she was walking towards was the path to redemption. She knew that she had failed to think for her and see beyond crude lines. Yet she did not mind living in her daydream. A fantasy she was happy that existed to alleviate her blind, deaf and mute frame.