Monday, August 3, 2009
Labels: fame
Reyelah. Call her that.
Reyelah used to be extraordinary. In her own world. She'd had admirers and lovers, and a whole lot of friends who loved being with her. Who knew she wouldn't be hoping to come back?! So yes, Reyelah left world glitz and moved on over, followed her dreams. And now she's just an ordinary girl. A person with a small group of friends and nothing much outstanding about her. Oh, she loved to laugh and she enjoyed the fun but she knew deep inside she was nothing, and woe to her, she began to doubt herself. Time passed and nostalgia started creeping up on her. She'd shiver in the night thinking of a day where nothing would keep her busy and she'd be sitting, helpless, with that emotion devouring her, just craving for more of her, and she'd have no way to fight back.
DAMN the world, she'd shout, desparate. Never did she know that after all the pain, she'd never want to come back to the Land of Pretty, knowing that hidden so cleverly underneath was more pain than one like her can imagine, and she'd remember the times she hid, shivering under her blankets and trying not to cry. Perhaps when she came back, she'd see something unsightly. Perhaps that was what she didn't want-to have her golden memories tainted with the horrible and obvious truth.
Or Perhaps, she'd found a shelter in someplace where she never thought she'd find it. Perhaps she found it here, where ever it is that she imagines herself right now as she stares at the blinking computer screen, her fingers traipsing over the keyboard and her mind trying to make sure this essay wasn't too monotonous and sentimental. Perhaps she found it in a world where she is ordinary, and where glitter doesn't blind her any more than it should.
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