I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Me han dicho a modo de crtica que vivo en la luna. Les he dicho a modo de crtica que viven en la Tierra.

And in vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams as though seeking a spark among the embers to fan them into flame to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet that touched his heart that set his blood boiling drew tears from his eyes and so luxuriously deceived him

It was then that the seven-year-old said I am ready. What wonderful place will we visit tonight I can take you wherever your dreams desire the calico pony replied on their first night together.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me theyd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didnt translate through sports or music dancing carpentry plumbing. I was the bookish kid more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

Where do you get dreams like this

Die Welt ist wie Wasser scharlachrot und sanft gefrbt mit hellem Himmel. Und manchmal sind die Trume die sich tief in den vergessenen Liedern unserer Kindheit verbergen wie die Pfade in den Tiefen Wldern von jenem schweren Dunkel das allein zu betreten man sich scheut weil was dort schlummert nur selten ist was man zu finden erhofft.