Wishes, Heroes, and Fairytales
July 2010

Where do you go when the real world becomes tragic? Some bear through it, but end up losing it. I'm not like most people. I built up a world of magic. A world of wishes, heroes, and fairytales. A world where I can do no wrong. A world where I wouldn't have to make wishes so my parents would be proud of me. A world where people don't need wishing anklets or airplanes to fall out of the sky as shooting stars. In that world, there are real heroes. Not just little boys playing dress-up in tights and capes. But actual heroes. People to fight away my fears and wipe away the tears, in this magical land of fairytales. Fairytails without evil and alwlays with those sappy, happy endings. Some call it juvenile and pointless. I call it Freedom.