I live my life in dreams and songs. I go to work, I come back home, I sleep. Then I do it all again. To make the mundane colorful, I dream a song into life. My life into song. I am just the check out girl at your local grocery store to you but within my mind, I could be anything. I think its fate that my name is Dorothy.
There are days I feel as though the world is telling me to let go. To release my grip on reality. Day dreaming becomes my crutch. A bad day is an opera with gilted costumes and heavy makeup. A good day a musical with unlimited moments to sing. I get scared as the world just dissipates, when I dream in daylight. I start to think… Is life yet another dream?
Today was an opera. My boss screamed in my face, every miniscule detail of his face was in high definition as I watched his spittle fly towards my face. Within my mind he was skewered at the end of my blade, reality: I took every blow to my dignity. I went home in hopes of finding a musical or at least a show tune only to find the opera had hit its climax. My mother also had a bad day. Today I was the enemy in her war against terror. Today my role was two fold, I was the two abusers in my mothers life Grandpa and Dad. Within my mind I healed my mom, in reality: I killed her.