Thursday, June 24, 2010

When I was a little girl I whole-heartedly believed that anything was possible. I believed in secret doors and creatures that aren't supposed to exist. Sometimes I would dream about flying and swear that it was real.

As I got older I guess reality kicked in. I started to only focus on real life, and I forgot to keep believing in the things that I really wanted to be possible. But sometimes our imagination is all we have. Maybe we imagine crazy things, but it's only because reality makes us too normal.

Is it so horrible to imagine, to dream, to believe? My 20th birthday is in two weeks... is it really so horrible to still want to fall down the rabbit hole?

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