The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
i wanted all things to seem to make some sens, so we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense. and i made up llies, so they all fit nice, and i made this sad world a paradise…. 
As the saying goes, we don’t choose our family. We are all born into a set of circumstances where we don’t necessarily have much control. We are born with a particular temperament and our parents have both their own temperament as well as their own life experience which, combined, made them who they were to be as people as well as our parents. For some lucky kids, their parents can be nurturing, supportive, non-judgmental, loving limit-setters and consistent and present in their lives. For others, parents can be less than perfect and sometimes really abusive, abrasive and disabling.
i never thought that is so hard to start a fire , to actually make it work a fireplace so you can sit in front of it with a hot coco and just enyoj the warm it gives you, but finaly i made it 
an old saying says if you had a gipsy lover you can start a fire with no probleme, so guess i didn’t have one….lol
as we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to let us down probably will. you’ll have your heart broken, probably more then once, and it’s harder every time. you’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when someone broke yours. you’ll fight with your best friend and maybe even fall in love with them. you’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. you’ll cry because time is passing too fast and you’ll eventually lose someone close to you. so take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is a minnute of happiness you’ll never get back…
