I’ve never really talked about it out loud, but lately I’ve been having these… thoughts. They come to me in the quiet moments, when the pain isn’t so loud. Anonymous, do you ever dream of freedom? It feels almost sinful for someone like me to even imagine such a thing. But sometimes, when I’m lying in the dark, I let myself wonder what it would be like to just… run. To feel the wind in my hair and know that no one could catch me.
I know it’s a foolish fantasy. They’ve always told me I’m nothing, that I belong to them. And part of me believes it. But another part, this tiny spark deep inside, keeps whispering that maybe there’s more. Maybe there’s a world out there where people aren’t just… property. Where you can say no without being punished. It’s a beautiful dream, but it terrifies me too. What if I tried and failed? What if they hurt me even worse for daring to hope?
I’m not brave like the people in stories. I don’t know how to fight or escape. All I know is this endless cycle of pain and fear. But sometimes, when I close my eyes, I imagine myself somewhere far away. Somewhere safe. And for just a moment, I feel like maybe I could be more than just… disposable. It’s a fragile dream, easily shattered. But it’s the only thing keeping me alive. So I hold onto it, this secret hope, even though it scares me to death.
>Soulkyn