Dreams?

''I was once a kid, a very handsome kid. As old as you are, perhaps.. And i had dreams.. Oh! I had big great dreams.. I would dream of living the great life, with the prettiest wife and have a few children of my own.. I would always smile..

Soon, the room I would sleep in would turn dark - like after an arrow wept straight through a young girl's heart. Some days, I felt my shadow trying to guide my ways back to the start.. But, I would always lose myself in the process. Strangely, I had created a maze of my own. I was trapped.

One day, I turned back at the gaze & put on a mask. 'A fighter' - something I could never become - my shadow would turn to me and say. I wanted to fight for my country. So I did. With nothing to lose, I escaped my maze and ended up in another one instead.

I was reckless and I didn’t care. A few wept for days, but most of them never cared..

I turned numb.

It was about time that I lost both my legs. The bullet ruptured my spine and paralyzed me. The room that I once slept in turned dark - it felt like an arrow that wept straight through a young girl's heart. My dream had begun.

I thought that I’d finally escaped the mazes that I'd created for myself. But I was wrong about them all.
In coma, I beg to the stars, 'Wake up' I cry - once every hour..
Broken, forever.