Often enough am I told that Faerie Tales aren't real, that magic doesn't exist yet I continue to believe. I won't lie that constantly hearing it hasn't effected me, for it has. Yet people believe in love and people believe in justice and people believe in religion. Is there a practicality in anything we believe, some times to just believe is apart of who we are and what we believe builds who we are and what we are. Openly I don't question what people believe though I do think about it and how it effects them. I like to think of myself as an imagineist; I like to wonder why it is me that people choose to choke the Faerie Tales and magic from. Though in a very large way imagination and creativity is dying and people like me are left to suffer. Though in a very large way many things in our world are dying and deteriorating but so many, too many, are so concerned with work, money, and the media to notice. Faerie Tales and magic will always be real for me deep down in my heart, it is who I am. Though for many years and many to come I will be challenged and made to question what I believe, it will always remain so. There will always be a beautiful world in my soul even if it is withered and cracked, even if it is stained and tarnished; I will guard it and protect it. Soon will be the time when I lock myself back away to my world like I once did; there were iron doors and chains to keep everyone out.
· Thu May 16, 2013 @ 05:56am · 0 Comments