I walk into the grass; all goes black and then green…
I stand alone at the crossroads to oblivion…
Between reality and unreality…
Between the living and the dead…
Wouldn’t you like to dream forever? Asked a voice.
I turned I turned and there was no one there.
(the voice was inside my head)
Reality is an illusion and life is folly…
And sanity is a burden… he spoke to me
Madness is a bitter mercy, but a mercy none the less… I quoted Sheogorath with a smirk.
You can never live the normal you were meant to have… and without the pleasures you deserve, then what’s the point of living? He asked me.
I’ve never had a life before, why should I care now? I uncaringly replied.
Why is it fair that others have a life while you be denied? He asked.
Come and join me! You could have every friend who ever left you… he offered.
But they’re not dead. I said factually…
You don’t know that… and besides, we can create your own personal heaven where we can make copies of them who are kinder and more caring then the originals! He suggested gleefully.
They never cared about me in life... I said dryly, why care now?
And every pet you’ve ever had… they say there’s no animals in heaven.. oh but they’re wrong! You can see all of them again! He added.
I kicked dirt and looked at my toes uninterestedly.
Come with me my dear… they’re waiting for you. He beckoned…
Let them wait.. they can wait 60 years or a thousand years for all I care! I replied coldly.
You would live for a thousand years in misery? He asked in disbelief.
I’ve become somewhat addicted to it. I replied. Heck, I could live forever if my one true love is by my side.
What’s so great about him? He asked, scoffing at love.
You know he’ll never amount to anything… he said coyly…You’ll probably die poor without a penny to your name… you might as well give up now. He whispered.
You can’t know that… we could strike it rich! I said smugly.
What if you don’t? He asked inquisitively.
Then I’ll dream that I’m successful, pretend I’m eating cake as I’m eating my own shoes in the street... and pretend that a bus stop is my mansion. I said with an intoxicated looking grin.
Why don’t you dream forever? He whispered coldly.
Would you rather dream and never wake, or wake and never dream? He inquired.
To sleep, perchance to dream. I said, quoting Shakespeare.
Then come join me to sleep and dream forever, he beckoned me.
Why, when I can dream when I’m awake? I asked.
You dream, even in your waking hours? He asked in disbelief.
Yes, actually I’m dreaming now. I chortled. None of this is real!
Don’t laugh! I offer you an escape from all reality, a portal to infinite wonders unknown! Come and join me… come and join me… he pleaded trying to retain his composure.
Life, reality, perfection, normality, joy! Everything is a figment of my imagination. Even death and misery is an illusion! I laughed clutching my ribs. I could live forever and feel however I want to feel! I said rolling on the ground laughing.
Death sighed and walked away.