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I saw something in my dream.
It was a costume--one in which I've never seen before.
Everyone was wearing it except for me. It's like I wasn't informed that there was going to be a dress code for Halloween costumes.
The getup everyone seemed to be wearing in my weird chimera had pale, smooth skin--almost like a mannequin's. Its eyes were buttons painted black, though they didn't look like buttons at first because of how black the color was. Its mouth was only drawn with a short, straight line. It made the whole face look like it's holding no emotions.
Its hair was long. It was dyed black with extreme curls and half of it almost covered its face. It was tall, very slender. Its thin arms reached all the way to its thigh while its legs made the head of this costume reach the ceiling. Its fingers were very thin and sharp, but they didn't look sharp enough to pop a balloon.
Did I mention that all of them that wore the outfit didn't have any footwear?
It wore red baggy shirts that only stopped at the half of its torso so its belly button could be seen. To match the shirt, it wore very long baggy jeans that covered its long legs.
Well, that's all I can explain about the costume, really.
But let's talk about what happened in my dream.
I was in my house, on the second floor. I was with two friends--who were wearing the costume--and we were standing in front of two other people I don't know. They were wearing the costume as well.
I vividly remember one of the two strangers walking down the staircase and telling me to "hurry up and wear it".
Wear what? That creepy attire? If that was the case (because I'm not sure myself), then I must've became the stubborn person I am for I told that person that I was going to wear another outfit. "A disguise of my own" is what I think I remember saying.
The other three in the room left me as I walked into my bedroom.
I was rummaging through my closet, looking for something to wear, and when I closed the door to look at myself in the mirror, that's when I saw me.
I was wearing it--the costume that everyone else wore. The hair, the clothes, the slender body, I had it all.
It took me forever to realize this, but I've got it now.
The thought of me the only one not wearing it was just an illusion. It was just a way of my mind to say that I was different from the others; a way of my stubbornness to say that I will do what I want or be on my own without having to copy the others.
I'm no different from them. I'm just as human as they are. I'm just as sinful as they are and I do copy them. We all do. We all copy each other's actions in hopes of getting something from it.
And the costume? That was just a mirrored image of ourselves. It wasn't anything to give anyone the creeps. It was resembling us.
We are the ones in disguise.
© POTENTIA
It was a costume--one in which I've never seen before.
Everyone was wearing it except for me. It's like I wasn't informed that there was going to be a dress code for Halloween costumes.
The getup everyone seemed to be wearing in my weird chimera had pale, smooth skin--almost like a mannequin's. Its eyes were buttons painted black, though they didn't look like buttons at first because of how black the color was. Its mouth was only drawn with a short, straight line. It made the whole face look like it's holding no emotions.
Its hair was long. It was dyed black with extreme curls and half of it almost covered its face. It was tall, very slender. Its thin arms reached all the way to its thigh while its legs made the head of this costume reach the ceiling. Its fingers were very thin and sharp, but they didn't look sharp enough to pop a balloon.
Did I mention that all of them that wore the outfit didn't have any footwear?
It wore red baggy shirts that only stopped at the half of its torso so its belly button could be seen. To match the shirt, it wore very long baggy jeans that covered its long legs.
Well, that's all I can explain about the costume, really.
But let's talk about what happened in my dream.
I was in my house, on the second floor. I was with two friends--who were wearing the costume--and we were standing in front of two other people I don't know. They were wearing the costume as well.
I vividly remember one of the two strangers walking down the staircase and telling me to "hurry up and wear it".
Wear what? That creepy attire? If that was the case (because I'm not sure myself), then I must've became the stubborn person I am for I told that person that I was going to wear another outfit. "A disguise of my own" is what I think I remember saying.
The other three in the room left me as I walked into my bedroom.
I was rummaging through my closet, looking for something to wear, and when I closed the door to look at myself in the mirror, that's when I saw me.
I was wearing it--the costume that everyone else wore. The hair, the clothes, the slender body, I had it all.
It took me forever to realize this, but I've got it now.
The thought of me the only one not wearing it was just an illusion. It was just a way of my mind to say that I was different from the others; a way of my stubbornness to say that I will do what I want or be on my own without having to copy the others.
I'm no different from them. I'm just as human as they are. I'm just as sinful as they are and I do copy them. We all do. We all copy each other's actions in hopes of getting something from it.
And the costume? That was just a mirrored image of ourselves. It wasn't anything to give anyone the creeps. It was resembling us.
We are the ones in disguise.
© POTENTIA
