Often I've dreamed of having wings like angels, with sheer white feathers stacking on top of each other that can carry me all the way up the sky, bring me to a world where no unhappy thought can intrude, I believe that's called heaven to most of us.
Ironically I do believe in angels and fairies, I believe that creatures with human bodies can actually grow wings on their backs so that when they get tired of the world they are situated in, they can just expand the white fluffs and escape.
"That's only fairytales!" Well isn't that what everyone said. If there weren't any fairies, why would there be fairytales?
People has been giving themselves excuses when they were set into bad situations and emotions in life, they call that "a way of escaping from real life". So everyone escapes, where do they go when they decide to hide from everything that's gonna happen once and for all?
Do they really choose to do a little flying dance with the new wings and then go to heaven? What kinda guts they will have to abandond the happy memories and prepare for a totally unknown world? A world that I wana see.
But, until i have wings starting to grow on my back, I guess I'll have to face everything.