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Late Night Thoughts...

Sometimes, waking up is dangerous.

By felicity -Published 7 years ago 1 min read
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They kept saying I need to grow up. What’s growing up, then? Stop dreaming? If that were to happen to every child growing up, don’t you think hope will fade? Society will not move forward, will it?

Maybe fantasies, dreams, are the things that I do need. Among those who had given up on these things. Maybe I’m weak. Call me that, that’s okay. I may be weak. Maybe dreams are the only thing that can take me away from all these bitter things.

I want to leave, you know. To get away. To disappear. Fly away. Close my eyes and maybe I’ll find myself floating above city lights and between cold, wet, clouds. Maybe I’ll reach my Neverland, the good version anyway. Maybe I’ll find my own Peter Pan, my own best friend, my companion through all these nightmares.

Maybe I don’t have a home. Maybe among the clouds is when I feel at home. Maybe the soothing night air will welcome me and give me a hug. Maybe I need rest.

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