I'd be lying to actually say that I don't miss 'em. That world of glistening lights, bouquets, praises, standing ovations, and empowering music. It was indeed a fantasy dream you never want to wake up from. And yet I did. It was tough, it hurt, it hurts still. Countless times had I planned my return, my revival, and yet.... I always manage to stop myself.
Sometimes, when you're up there so high, you can't seem to notice the cobwebs tangling you,, trapping you in an endless nightmare. And what's worse? The nightmare is you yourself. Birds are meant to fly as masters of the sky, and we mere mortals are meant to dwell on the barren earth... coz when you're flying as a master of the sky, or acting like one, you tend to forget all these precious gems you left in your absence.
That stage may be the place I'm most at ease.
But it drags you away from Him. Before you realise it, you stop reciting prayers. Before you realise it, you stop reading His love letters, you stop pondering over His mighty words. You stop everything all together, just to make it in time to step under that spotlight. You might as well just stop breathing for all it's worth.
It was fun, and I had my share. I just hope that the next time I step into that world again, it would be for Him and Him alone.
