Here I am, stuck in my oh-so-fascinating world of make-believe,

thinking that everything will be ALLRIGHT, if we would just THINK POSITIVE.

I daydream a lot, and often times people wonder what I think about, that makes me so engrossed up to the point where I'm lost.

Lost in my own world.

My endless stream of happy thoughts.

My refuge when all hopes shatter.

People may see me as fun, carefree and happy.

I lasted this long because my head always listens.

Now, the harsh light of reality has forced open my eyes, to plastic.

Indeed I started to run out of happy thoughts,

of my clear blue skies and large green fields,

flooded by clouds of gray and misted by uncertainty.

The storm comes, along with its thunder and chill.

and yet there I stand, not wanting to move,

because, deep down, I knew,

that there's always a rainbow at the end of the storm.

There will be an end to all this, 

and soon enough, my boundless flow of energy will come back to me.

but before it arrives, let's just pray hard that we can, as always,

make it through the storm. =)

the last speck of magic dust has been used up.

there's no more. 

may tinkerbell feed me. 

Again, I'm really random.

x)