Coming on After The Break

The stories you hear on tv are just fictions of our imagination that come alive out of dreams.Don't trust your dreams because sometimes believe it or not you don't have a fairytale ending, so if all else fails we'll be back after the break

There I sat, magnified into the television screen, I hardly noticed as a fly landed on my face. I barely moved. Politics changed nothing as I saw how our economy went downhill in elections, all I had to do was flick the channel and I wouldn't have to think about it. After all I was 18, but I didn't vote so why should I even care?  Why would I feel the need to have my voice heard, when I didn't have a voice. It was true, I was only 5 when it had happened. I was an energetic child, and my parents thought I would be that way forever. But then, something happened when I yelled something to my mom, it's like I gagged on my voice and it seemed not to go away, it was like I was choking on something nonexistent. I felt like I would die as my parents rushed me to the hospital. I couldn't speak, though I tried I couldn't talk. I was mute, I had what the doctor had called laryngitis. I was always quite talkative, and without my voice I could focus enough to do anything. My voice would be unheard forever.

The word forever still haunts me. I was forever alone. Forever silent. Forever was so shallow, it meant there was no escaping it. Forever was a cage that I was going to be trapped in forever. I tried to say forever, for some effect or that if I could suddenly talk again and that would be dramatic. Only my breath was heard as I mouthed the word forever. The world was changing, but I didn't dare go look at it I might turn blind at looking at the pure world still young and alive. So I just sat there, waiting for anything to save me from myself, who kept being negative about everything.

I felt like the gray crayon in a box full of colorful crayons, I didn't know the only thing that could safe me, was a kids television show.

I flicked the tv channel with a push of the remote from weather to anything else, and threw down the remote. A highly colored cartoon show came on, their theme song screeched out "MY LITTLE PONY" I couldn't reach the remote so I forced myself to live with it. I began to enjoy the small ponies air and rhythm as they began to seep into my happy place. I smiled, for the first time in years.

And then I saw Applejack. Others see Applejack as tough and wild, but I saw her as sad like she had something to hide like me and my laryngitis. I never thought I would have so much in common with a pony, yet her face haunted me. That's why I was sure that's when I saw her by the end of my bed for a split second, I was going crazy. Yet, I was comforted that I couldn't go out and yell "I'm crazy" to the world.

After all for that you had to speak, which I am incapable of doing.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't

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