The masked Imperial looks at the Golden Dragon with an understanding nod of the head.
"Hopes...Yes." she murmured in an eerie voice, almost to herself only. I have had so many and so few of them. I am like a walking vessel, transporting along a live contradiction... Since I was a hatchling I wished and hoped for many things, but it seems that, as I grew older, the world has forced it's cruel view of this so called reality onto me. At first, it felt like nothing, but, slowly, I began to crack under the weight of their pessimism towards me and my dreams. I used to wish I would be the best in anything I did, but, looking back now.." She pauses for a second, almost as if she's trying to swallow sacred and secretive tears that the mask on her face hides from the world. I wish I wasn't so afraid of wishing bigger. Unfortunately, regret was scarier to me back then. It still is a scary thing, but I live in it's shade now, since I've let my dreams die. My heart is their very own grave and the hardest part is knowing that things weren't supposed to be this way and I have no excuse for letting the wrong words of the wrong dragons in. I crave the winds of change in my life, but they feel so, so far away.
P.S.: This thread is beautiful. You should listen to "When I Was a Kid" and "Pinned to the Dish" by Shane Koyczan. He has some beautiful words about dreams and life in general. "The Crickets Have Arthritis", "How to be a Person" and "Help Wanted" also have a few things about dreaming and wishing and the world in there ^-^
"Hopes...Yes." she murmured in an eerie voice, almost to herself only. I have had so many and so few of them. I am like a walking vessel, transporting along a live contradiction... Since I was a hatchling I wished and hoped for many things, but it seems that, as I grew older, the world has forced it's cruel view of this so called reality onto me. At first, it felt like nothing, but, slowly, I began to crack under the weight of their pessimism towards me and my dreams. I used to wish I would be the best in anything I did, but, looking back now.." She pauses for a second, almost as if she's trying to swallow sacred and secretive tears that the mask on her face hides from the world. I wish I wasn't so afraid of wishing bigger. Unfortunately, regret was scarier to me back then. It still is a scary thing, but I live in it's shade now, since I've let my dreams die. My heart is their very own grave and the hardest part is knowing that things weren't supposed to be this way and I have no excuse for letting the wrong words of the wrong dragons in. I crave the winds of change in my life, but they feel so, so far away.
P.S.: This thread is beautiful. You should listen to "When I Was a Kid" and "Pinned to the Dish" by Shane Koyczan. He has some beautiful words about dreams and life in general. "The Crickets Have Arthritis", "How to be a Person" and "Help Wanted" also have a few things about dreaming and wishing and the world in there ^-^