A Blue Story

There was once a boy who stayed inside a small world that belonged to him. It was a warm, dark world where everything was simple and easy, with the sky decorated with all kinds of dreams, colourful enough to give strength for him to continue living, hoping that one day all the dreams will come true.

Until one day, under an odd arrangement, he was being brought out to the outside world - the reality. First time to feel the warm rays of gleaming light from the sky outside, and the one that has brought him out. He was feeling happy and lucky, he thought. And so, he dragged out all his crystal dreams from his own world, hoping that the dreams will become reality too, under the name of love. He nourished all his dreams with love, care, honesty and loyalty. Never even in a moment notion of giving up came across his mind, all he wanted was just to keep on going. He believed that he belonged here, he had faith as deep as the ocean, as high as the mountain and that, gave him the unimaginable power to overcome almost everything. He fell down, a number of times, his face had been washed by tears too, there were bruises here and there. But somehow, he was able to stand up again and again. The love, the true love he believed in, the one that he had faith with, made him almost invisible...

However, no matter how deep or high one's faith, somehow there would be boundaries, a line that will determine everything, a wall that supported the faith, a base where all the faith was built on, including his faith. He believed that love is the most powerful force in the world, that it can change everything impossible to be possible. So, either the fact that love is everything was wrong, or the love he gave and received wasn't strong enough, not a true love, instead just like another insignificant ones, his dreams were being crushed slowly and finally was being slapped so hard by the truth that it was impossible. He didn't know what to do next, he was so scared, his had nothing much left, all the confidence, all the faith, and all the love, he didn't know what to do with them, nor how to judge them. His tears were dry, he looked at the light, and it blinded him. His body was trembling; his mind was battling with all sorts of thoughts and memories as it was going to split open; more importantly, his heart was fibrilating, with the cuts here and there, he wasn't sure how long would it take before it broke completely. He was weak, ignorant, stupid enough.

Now, standing in front of the door of his own world, the one decision has to be made. He can either go back to his own world, where there are still some dreams left there in the sky, better than not having one at all; or he can stay where he is now, in the world so called reality, where everything he believed and everything he did were wrong. Deep inside his heart, he swears that he will never step back into 'the world' ever again, he was afraid of the others, he lost everything. He swears he will never come out of his own world again, and once he step in back, he will close all the doors, and shut himself up, and never wanted to see the light anymore. He doesn't want to get involved again, until the day someone walk into his world, someone who will share the same dreams with him, which most probably will never happen.

He is still standing there, not sure what is his next step or more precisely, he is unable to make a move. He doubted time can fix this for him. Nothing much can be done to fix his condition with solely his own effort. He tried so hard to re-build, but it requires more than one person. The heavy rain keeps coming down, and standing there alone where his tears can't be seen, how much he hope that a magic umbrella will appear and help him through the rain. Will there be a rainbow after the rain?