The fairy tale

Life is not what it seems to be, it is not what we thought it would be. As I grow up, I realize that the dreamy wonderland fades away, getting me back to the cruel reality of the world. Shattering my delicate dreams, I feel my feet tangled and heart squeezed. Unable to breath, I close my eyes and escape to the unreal but magical world, my wonderland, where dreams do not cost a penny. The escape is so beautifully soothing that I try not to open my eyes. I don’t want the magic to disappear. Its a world where I am actually admired for who I am, not for what I wear, how I react, or what I speak. The essence of the dream brings comfort to the heavy heart, it gives purpose to my mere existence, it illuminates the spirit of the person who is taking refuge from the world, it opens the cage and makes me fly, leaving the world and its bitterness down here and go far, so far that the world is not more than a black dot…