Mum found two of Banana’s novels on my desk, read the sypnosis and advised me not to read them. Too depressing, she said. Perhaps one day I will walk out of these dystopian tragedies and alternate realities. I will just pick up novels filled with love and laughter.
But not right now. My mind is like a battlefield every now and then with casualties being inflicted too often. Angels and Demons battle continuously, ruining the landscape of my mind but none emerge with victory. I sleep to ease the pain because that was the only thing I could do to deal with the pain.
One day, the landscape of my mind will change. I hope it will. Hope is all I could do. Hope is all. Hope is will.