Breaking escape

I wanted-no- I needed to escape. The city around me like four padded walls from which no one could hear me scream encased me similar to a butterfly in a cocoon. However, unlike the butterfly, while inside the cocoon I became uglier and weaker with every passing day. With all the strength I could muster, I convinced myself that it was now I could make my escape. So, with one step after another, I sprinted away from my prison toward freedom. Just as I was stepping away from what I'd been traveling toward, fantasy and reality collided like the dark and the light-although it was impossible to tell which was which- and I descended deeper into my nightmare. My green eyes and opened and met with my reflection. So, this is hell. I was in the same place that I'd nearly escaped from seconds before. However, for me, the nightmare resumed when my eyes were open rather than closed. I preferred to drown in my daydreams rather than wade in my reality. My life was my nightmare.

Where is the Happy Ending?

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who wanted to be a princess. Everyday, her father would place a crown on her head and tell that "By blood or not, she was his princess". The little girl used to run around the house, proudly dawning her crown and royal attire. As she grew, the little girl found that she was not as sweet as she used to be and that life was suddenly not so simple. The girl entered the world and with age, her innocence was lost and the crown fell off. This girl now discovered that without the crown, she was no longer a princess and was merely just a girl. She found herself broken, lost, and scared. Unsure of what to do, the princess ran away from everything she knew. As she ran, she questioned herself: "Is this freedom or just another escape?".

The constant question on the mind of every human: why? After numerous thoughts and further questions follows the resounding answer of: I don't know. We are confused, we are broken, and we have no idea why this is our life. Why this place in which we've settled is called home? Where do we belong? Does anyone know anything they claim to? People who dwell in doubt often find themselves destroyed. Forget about the whys. Stop questioning the whens. God's plan isn't timed.