Can We Pretend For a While?

 Things are bad again. 

Instead of focusing on what is, I'd like to take this time to pretend. At least for this moment. 

I think the only thing allowing me to wake each day is hope. With no one else to push me or drive me, it can feel like my battery is empty.

Turns out I am fragile when I had thought that I was strong. 

Imagine this...

Walking down the main road, every step on the concrete is just that little bit closer to the place you want to be. The smell of Chinese food was cloaked by increased laughter. The chiming of wine glasses cheering together.

You can hear the sound of your heels, the smell of the sweetest perfume. As you arrive at your destination the door opens wide. A smile grows as you wrap your arms around the ones you have come to see.

Laughter escapes for a moment as you order your favourite drink to find your way effortlessly in sync with the music played around you.

The drink is sweet but this moment is even more so.

For a while, you forget how long you have been there. Time really does drift away when you're enjoying yourself.

I became the woman in the red dress that I had once written about before for a while.

Time stands still and I do everything but. 

For a while, I had forgotten anything that makes me unhappy. The chains and the shackles broke free and even if I were to try, nothing could upset me.

No one can abandon me at this moment because that doesn't exist. No one can hurt me, no one can make fake promises and leave because the only sound is the music that we are to dance our feelings away to. 

Watching my friend's hair also drop so elegantly over their shoulders as they twirl in the lights. 

All I can picture is me screaming with joy and comfort. At this moment you may even catch a tear fall from my cheek. Not from the sadness of course, but from the passion and the love that is now ever so consuming. 

I always wanted to understand the woman in the red dress. Maybe, just maybe, some things should be left. Some things should not be revealed. 

So when I stop writing and the flatness overwhelms me again, I will go back to this moment.

Filled with scents I miss dearly, how fast my heart races when I am in the arms of someone I love so much and the sound of not only my own voice but the happiness of those around me. 

Sometimes it's okay to escape. Sometimes it's okay to pretend. I feel like that's all I have to hold onto right now.

It's okay bloggers, you have made it so very far. I am just a few bends away from where I am meant to be and this will all be worth something.