he found himself amongst friends, in a bright world of peace and tranquility. he thought he was missing something, but he could not figure out what. as he passed the days happily, this weird feeling just kept on pulling at him, almost as if there was something chained inside that sought uncovering. but he didn't purposely try; happiness and time was precious to him, every single moment spent laughing and playing with his friends were all the world to him. everything was so fantastical, but he didn't care. this pull on his heart lingered, he knew a part of him was missing, but he didn't care. for why bother to rouse trouble, why fix something that wasn't broken; just let sleeping dogs lie..
as roxas roamed, sora dreamt.
something was brewing within the peaceful facade of sleep. he wished to awake, but that part of him wasn't around. he couldn't get up, couldn't run away from this constant nightmare. the same chain of memories locked him down, shackling him to the bolts of torture. sora fidgeted. that was all he could do, for the happiest parts of him seemed missing. he could do nothing, but fidget and wish inwardly, that he could have done something better, something else, or not done anything at all. anything that did not lead to this.
awaken.
learning through life's potholes