Youlostallinterestinthisworld. You were disappointed and
discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you
abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and
you’re living a different kind of life there.
Inaworldthat’sinsideyou.
I wish fairy tales were
real. To tell you all your life that dreams come true, to tell us
to follow our ♥, just to mature and see that the magic,
isn’t as real. To see the real world and not a fantasy. I
wish it was all true, that there was happy endings for all of us. I
miss seeing the world as a happy
place.
"We read fantasy
to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and
hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true
in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child
who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night,
and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last
forever somewhere in Oz and the north of Shangri-La."
The only hope I have is made up, the only driving force that
keeps me going is fantasy. Imaginary things in my mind. Tell me
thats not heathly. Tell me its not a good way to live. Its the
only reason I am alive. Id rather be introverted, and relying
only on my mental fantasys than be dead.