The Diary of the isolated:
When I was a child, I dreamt of owning a radio. It was the cutting edge in technology. You could connect to people sitting far away but without any messy cables to trip over. It was a dream that was out of my reach.
But years passed and that dream became reality and the many hours I spent tinkering with it, the many hours of pure enjoyment that I have experienced, has become but grains in the hourglass of time for I cannot bring it back. Just as how I cannot bring my radio back.
For time has passed, and the radio has become a thing of my past, an antique. But I do know that I shall never give it away, for it housed my dream. My Radio dream.
Funny thing isn’t it?
What you dreamt in your youth is now but a memory to be cherished but which serves no purpose otherwise. Dreams are just like a radio. Reaching a …show more content…
The term thinking out of the box was coined for a reason, but I believe the greater task is faced by the ones who are trapped inside the box, for they do not have ridicule spurring them, they have fear.
Days pass on, and I am but a shadow of myself. But I work to restore the shadow of another and god save me, I shall. I toil on and my perseverance has borne fruit, for I can hear voices, indistinct but still voices and they’re not the voices in my head. Or are they? I no longer know. Nothing I have done makes a difference.
I am doomed. Incandescent fury spikes through me. Why did it have to come to this? Was not my cause righteous? Fighting against the zealots who would have burned my land and brought ruin and damnation to the ones I loved? Was this my lot? To die, forgotten and alone? It cannot be. It cannot!!
And in rage I swept the tables clear and still not satisfied I broke what remained and like a veritable hurricane, I whirled around, filled with energy to destroy and hopefully extinguish my own flame in the process but it was not to be.
For at that time a voice rang
When I was a child, I dreamt of owning a radio. It was the cutting edge in technology. You could connect to people sitting far away but without any messy cables to trip over. It was a dream that was out of my reach.
But years passed and that dream became reality and the many hours I spent tinkering with it, the many hours of pure enjoyment that I have experienced, has become but grains in the hourglass of time for I cannot bring it back. Just as how I cannot bring my radio back.
For time has passed, and the radio has become a thing of my past, an antique. But I do know that I shall never give it away, for it housed my dream. My Radio dream.
Funny thing isn’t it?
What you dreamt in your youth is now but a memory to be cherished but which serves no purpose otherwise. Dreams are just like a radio. Reaching a …show more content…
The term thinking out of the box was coined for a reason, but I believe the greater task is faced by the ones who are trapped inside the box, for they do not have ridicule spurring them, they have fear.
Days pass on, and I am but a shadow of myself. But I work to restore the shadow of another and god save me, I shall. I toil on and my perseverance has borne fruit, for I can hear voices, indistinct but still voices and they’re not the voices in my head. Or are they? I no longer know. Nothing I have done makes a difference.
I am doomed. Incandescent fury spikes through me. Why did it have to come to this? Was not my cause righteous? Fighting against the zealots who would have burned my land and brought ruin and damnation to the ones I loved? Was this my lot? To die, forgotten and alone? It cannot be. It cannot!!
And in rage I swept the tables clear and still not satisfied I broke what remained and like a veritable hurricane, I whirled around, filled with energy to destroy and hopefully extinguish my own flame in the process but it was not to be.
For at that time a voice rang