An extraordinary life

Blinking she wandered into the eighties, striving to be merry as if she could pursue happiness without feeling that essential confusion and helplessness. but was it a legitimate pleasure? she wanted to be unique in her frazzled jeans and legalize happiness. everybody would not only have 15 minutes of fame but also of pure real happiness and why not endagered pleasures. maybe more: nine days of wonder would suffice. but, yes...life was not a laughing matter. life is a mythic possibility.
it happened quite suddenly as these things do and a few people noticed until it was too late. she grew up and for some unknown reason, that strange urge for inexplicable things faded away. maybe it was a requirement to be an adult. her impredicatable chaos became predicatable. she walked in and out of her identity, searching for meaning and nothing was splendid and dangerous even herself. that made her outrageously boring. but one thing is true: she never bowed to those green uniforms and when she looks back, it is in anger. she still remembers her father, her uncle and all the atrocities. beneath her heart, there is a sheltered shadow and that still makes her suffer deliciously.

karla bardanza

inspired by Senyru