Since the beginning of time there was always stories like this he replies. As children we reveled in the dream that there was a place out there that was different from the one we lived in.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams Ill stop smoking fantasies.

An alder tree cant become an oak at will. A maple cant pick up its roots like legs and stride step by powerful step along the shore to find the sun. And everything that ever said otherwise--all those years of school and the plays and moving pictures that promise you can be someone else something more--they were all lies.

You can capture this body of mine take away my freedom and enslave me. You may even have the power to capture my soul and sentence me to the realm of eternal darkness. But my dreams you cannot touch. They are my willthe very essence of who I am. In them I laugh. In them I cry. In them I love. And in them.I live.My dreams are untouchable and unceasing.

A constant human error to believe in an end to ones fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard them.