Price of Reality

Magic has a price. Dreams have a price. Wishes have a price.
The time comes when you hand over the payment to Reality.
But Reality is the most expensive of them all.

Sky-Sound

Not that I've watched this movie, but I heard this song, and I felt it move. Why am I such a fan of sky-sounding soundtracks? Oh, maybe it's because that was my first day-dream story. A sky-world with lots and lots of humongous flying birds and winged machinery, and legends involving magic. I really should finish writing that. Or at least figure out what I'm going to do with it. I'm not going to let it die into a regret like old leaves that used to be wishes.

i WISH i WAS a WITCH

I wish I was a witch. Oh, yes I wish it very badly. I would put my whole life into it. I don't think I could possibly resist flying on a broomstick, or having a familiar. Or casting mischievous spells on people I like and who I don't like. AGh! Why is the real world so darn boring! I can't! My brain is exploding from boredom! Magic should be real, dang it all!

Alive.........?

Everyone is connected, and yet no one is connected. People just like you wake up every morning, go to sleep every night. They pass you by, stop by you, pass by you. But you are infinitely alone in your mind. Even when there are people by your side, your heart slowly creaks, whirs down, cracks, and shatters into pieces, weighed with thoughts and feelings you could never share. The wishes never granted lie in the deepest part of yourself, a part that might be an ironic truth or lie. They fade as you walk in the day and on and on. And on and on. and on and on. And once you remember them, a kind of realization comes. What truly matters? The things you do everyday suddenly lose their purpose when your breath comes up short. And yet I keep on living...why? Why do I keep on living without any real purpose? And yet am I even really alive when I haven't lived yet? The future is always unreachable. Is all we have is each other? Is that really true? Don't I have myself? Is my identity disappeared if I am away from other people? Who am I really? Truthfully? A human? A daughter? A girl? A person? A sister? Alive?