How far can your fantasies go against reality?

How far can you stay sane in an insane society?

How far can your dreams live when you are about to break?

How far can you escape reality when you are barely awake?

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Reality.

It's where we put our lives on the line.

To survive.

To live.

"Morning Jiea!"

"Hmm. Morning Anne."

Reality.

It's where the strong rules and the weak bows.

To oppressed.

And to be oppressed.

"Morning Sish, Joy!"

"Oh! Hi Anne, Jiea!"

"Morning."

Reality.

It's where I am fighting to succeed life I've been dreaming of the whole 17 years I've been alive.

Reality is a battle I've been battling since day one.

A battle where I'm deliberately losing.

Losing myself, I'm barely sane.

"Good morning everyone!"

"Good morning to you too, Sam!"

Reality.

Is what I'm trying to escape so badly.

Or else I'll lose my sanity.

"Hey, are you listening Jiea?"

Im Jiea Moon and this is my story on how I escape reality.

"Hmm. What were you saying again?" I look at Anne, my soulmate.

Unlike me, Anne is pure. She's always smiling despite her sufferings. An optimist to say the least. I wonder how much is the truth in her facades.

"Geez. I'm asking you if you can come at the dance practice later?" She asked me...