Fantasy Escape

Insomnia. Lying awake thinking of all the things you would say if you ever had the chance.
Hopelessness. Knowing you will never have that chance.
Insanity. Holding on to something that isn’t real, at least not anymore, and making yourself believe that you can make it back there if you just want it bad enough.

We
all have a fantasy world. One we create to escape reality. The place
we go in our dreams where everything is alright, and nothing is a
mess. Or am I alone? Am I the only one? Surely not. And this fantasy
world of make-believe is a welcomed and healthy reprieve from this
journey called life. But sometimes when reality is too brutal and
harsh to deal with, our perfect worlds become a part of us, even
during waking hours. And time is wasted wishing it could become
reality, but hurting ourselves, knowing that there is no way to get
there (this place does not even exist), no way out, and thus falling
further into an abyss of hopelessness when looking at the only
reality available. The mean one, the hard one, the cold and
insufferable one. But then. Somehow, a glimmer of light falls from
the sky, so graciously, just when you thought you could not take
another breath. And a fresh breeze sweeps across your skin, and the
sun warms your face. It’s mercy. And just in time. And then, your
ever-so-tight grip on this longed-for fantasy world begins to
release, and your mind relaxes. Thank you Jesus. Sometimes you just
have to let things die so they can come back to life.