There’s so much I want to be. There’s so much more I want to
believe.
I want to believe in the stories of a five year old, begging
me to trust him, each word nudging me to be a wee bit more attentive, to
believe in those big, beautiful eyes.
I want to believe in the things I dream of, in the late
hours of the night, making me overstay my welcome and lose daylight.
In a world where the future is only measured in degrees I hope that someday, there will be more.
There are so many things I want to be, and none less
important than the other. I try to convince
myself that, no matter what anyone says, the world is what I want it be. It will
let me be several things at the same time; it will let me see miracles unravel
before my eyes. It won’t object to what I believe in, cause it wouldn’t have to
believe in the same. It’d know in its heart, that though we walk on the
same pavement and cross paths everyday, it can choose to live in it’s own
separate world and smile as it crosses mine.
In a land of flying parents, talking furniture, spherical
rainbows and a god in good terms with the devil, we will all become what we
really want to be. Till then, lets look for some great spells, shall we?
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