Sometimes I just want to run. Run as fast as I can, and as far as I could, leaving everything else behind. Venturing to a new world, where the sun is brighter, the sky is bluer, the sand is whiter, and the sea is greener. Soaking in the warmth of the day, listening to the melodic chirping of the birds, gazing at the beautiful sand castle that has withstand the many cold breeze and yet still stand majestically, almost rooted to the earth.

Yet, that is never a reality. If anything, my legs wont cooperate, having a mind of their own, adamantly rooted on the same place. Or at the very most, walking, trudging, stepping so very slowly, one step in front of another, but never going pass a jog. Not because I want to smell the flowers along the way, but because I couldn’t bring myself.

Although, I couldnt help imagining the miles of earth ahead of me - the expanse of green pastures dotted with early spring blossoms of flowers or the pulchritudinous view of the seaworld, with cheerful clownfish darting amongst the dancing sea anemone.

But, I couldnt throw caution to the wind - because to let go of it despite the strong breeze blowing, numbing me to the core means to let gullibility seeps in. The naivete. And I know, I wouldnt step into that. The voice in my head keep repeating that, chanting, convincing.

That they are all lies too. That in reality, there are actually no such beautiful place left, untainted by the filthy ruthless humans. That such places are nothing beyond a portray of one's imagination - just like the existence of mythical creatures; like a one horn unicorn is just a childhood's wish for a pet.

And this woman shouldnt give in to a fiction - an imaginative world created by some other soul.