Alright this is pretty short and I kept it fairly simple for prologues sake. I know this may sound a little confusing and a little poetic in a sense, but I wanted my character to come across as almost cynical in his solemness.
Please, harsh reviews are very much wanted and I dont mind cruelty, I am just curious to see how people take this, and it is very short so I think it shouldn't be too rough to read.. Well enjoy and please please please tell me what you think. You words are very much appreciated!
Prologue: If You Only Knew
Live life to the fullest, as they always say, but when you live to the end of the world, is there such a need to? Is there really a purpose to such a life as mine? One where I pay no price for the time I spend, watching, waiting, and creating the worlds that everyone sees when they close their eyes. I am but a humble soul always searching for what I should truthfully be doing in this world, not accepting the truths around me.
Brother told me long ago that I had to let things sink in, to accept this fate that I have been given. He told me I was lucky, blessed even to see the things that I have seen, feel the things that I have felt… Of course I never felt this way, as I watched such naïve human aspirations and passions shine through in the world’s their subconscious’s will me to create. It made me almost envious of such an ability as I was too cynical to believe in any other sort of fate then this one.
My quill is my tool of choice, my words my only way to express how I truly felt those long and lonely days that filled my heart with an ongoing grief, but it is not those feelings that caused me to tell of my story to you. I’m really not all that special, an ordinary person in a sense, if I was born to the world with a soul, a body. My hands… I look down at them and know they are sad excuses for what I have always prayed, wished, dreamt of being. Silly, I know, but the truth.
It was fate though that I was to be the Dreamwalker. I create dreams, fill everyone’s thoughts with beautiful images of past memories or lucrative fantasies. Everything a person feels in this life, I know. Maybe that’s why I am as I am, simple and forlorn. I am but merely a man of my word.
Or at least was until the day I met her. That’s my story, simple and true. A story that was not meant to make you smile, or fall to tears as I know I have many a times over. It’s just our story, of a man who was too afraid to fly, and a mute girl who saw only truth. I loved her. She loved life. There was nothing more then that.
So you ask me why I would write about such a thing? Because it’s one thing that I can hold onto. The reason I have for living. Call me crazy, maybe even absurd, but I am a dreamer. The Dreamwalker.
That was all! I hope you enjoyed it and please, feedback would be wonderful!
Ciao
-The.Dreamwalker
(Yes this is the prologue to the book that I'm named after )
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