I shook my head folding my arms around my waist. He was wrong he was the one offering fairy dust Peter Pan offering to carry me off to the Neverland of soulfinders and happily ever after. But he was too late. Last night i had to grew up and I now knew that such dreams did not exist real life was more like living with Captain Hooks mercenary pirates than playing happy families in a treehouse

When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle now it is upright - a column now a fountain falling. It makes no sign it does not beckon it does not see us. Behind it roars the sea. It is beyond our reach. Yet there I venture. There I go to replenish my emptiness to stretch my nights and fill them fuller and fuller with dreams. And for a second even now even here I reach my object and say Wander no more. All is trial and make-believe. Here is the end.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Be determined.You can make it in life.You can make all your dreams come true.