Sometimes Harry just wants to run
away.
Sometimes Harry just wants to scream
and let his frustration out.
Sometimes Harry just wants to close
his eyes and cry.
Because he feels suffocating,
because he feels the world’s burden on his young shoulders, because life seems
to be a too tight shirt. He’d like to make those buttons which chain him explode,
to evade.
Maybe just for a day, 24 hours. Just
for a moment. Just to live a dream.
And when this suffocating feeling
seems to have no intention to spare him, Harry let his mind wander and starts
writing.
Writing songs.
That odd evening too: he was sitting
at his desk under the window, watching with nostalgic eyes the sun sinking in
the icy ocean while words flowed out his pen like rainbows or rivers after the
thaw: full, coloured and strong as his soul, as his imagination. They were
words of dreams, which wrapped him up as a scarf around his neck and caressed
him like spring winds on the skin. Soft and ingratiating, they dragged him to a
fantastic world while Harry just closed his eyes and let them flow.
When he opened them again, Neverland
shone brightly under his astonished gaze.
What??? Is this real or is this
pretended? Am I really in Neverland?
Yes!
Look over there: that’s Captain Hook
on his Jolly Roger who’s preparing his lackeys to hunt Peter Pan down for the
umpteenth time. And in that bay down there must live mermaids – I can’t wait to
meet them! They must be gorgeous! What’s about the Indians and the Lost Boys?
They must be hidden in that tangled jungle hunting down each others. But Peter
Pan?
<<Wendy? Are you back? Have
you decided not to grow up anymore?>> In that exact moment Peter appeared
flying with little shining Tinker Bell over Harry’s head, causing him to
boggle. <<Ah. You’re just as curly as she is, but obviously you’re not
Wendy. She’s a girl, you know, while you ... you ... only have girly hair. By the
way, who are you, Mr. Curly?>> Harry. <<Harry who? Are you a
pirate? I thought old Hook was smarter than this: it’s not that great move to
send here an inexperienced pirate not even with a weapon. You couldn’t catch me
in any way. You cannot even fly! Maybe you made him freak out and now he just
wants me to get rid of you. Well, well, I’m not really interested in making him
a favour and to be honest I find fools funny. So what should I do with
you?>>
Harry had a good time trying to
convince that wild boy that he wasn’t a pirate and that he didn’t even know
Hook or how he arrived to Neverland. In the end, after at least two hours of
discussions, Harry managed to persuade him of his word’s worth and even
convinced Peter to reveal him how to fly.
<<What?? Every child in the
world knows how to fly! Don’t tell me you have never read my story
He tripped over roots, fell in
puddles, was covered in mud, got his ankles scratched with briars, was chased
by wild beasts and soon lost sight of Peter who almost immediately forgot about
Harry, because distracted by the clouds’ softness and the sun’s brightness.
So Harry was alone and lost in an
unknown and dangerous jungle but his troubles were just beginning: roaming
blindly around he was sighted by a handful’s pirates who, mistaking him for
Peter, tried to catch him with a net to bring him to Hook. He ran down to the beach and dived into the
sea to get rid of them. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was
grabbed by an arm by a lovely mermaid who tried to sweetly drown him. She was
just as gorgeous as he expected but Harry had the feeling of not wanting to
deepen their acquaintance and jumped out of the water like a rocket. And that’s
when he ran into the Indians who mistook him for a Lost Boy and started chasing
him with their bows and arrows held menacingly high. So Harry was forced to
take refuge climbing the highest tree of the forest to prevent them to make him
their lunch.
Now, alone and panting, he couldn’t
believe to what happened to him.
Good God! What kind of place was
that Neverland??? Where were the peace, freedom and fun that he expected??? Disney’s
movie had described it as an idyllic realm! Liars!
This isn’t a dreamland: it is a nightmare!
And I’m dead sick of it!
So, with these thoughts in his mind,
he closed his eyes.
Harry was back in his room: by that
time the ocean was tighten in an inextricable hug of darkness with the sky and
the room was softly lighted up just by the moonlight. He looked down at his
desk.
The song was finished.
It spoke about a boy who flee from
home not because he felt in a cage or he didn’t love his family but just to
live amazing adventures in the footsteps of others. He travelled the whole
world back and forth but he couldn’t find his way in life.
That’s because he kept following
others paces and not his own.
That's because he rejected who he really was in favour of the one people expected him to be.
That’s because he couldn’t
understand that he had to be the main character of his own story.
Because as "a perfect girl isn't real and a rel girl isn't perfect" also a perfect life isn’t real
and a real life isn’t perfect.
Viky Corners
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