fairy tale

when we were more little kids, there used to be tales of fairies and angels, we never knew who they were, i never seen one, and i dont know about you, in case you happen to pass by one in the street, or in your deepest sleeps, lemme know but, to be frank sometimes we as less little kids, or bigger kids feel like having one around. it might sound strange, ok, dont be puzzled u dear reader anonymous here's my fairy tale

Once upon a time, somewhere under the blue sky where the sun shone bright, and clouds danced over the green land, there was a small cottage(not very small but it was a cottage), there lived our little big boy, dreaming. yup, he dreamed all his life, one single dream, he dreamed of what it would be like if there was a blue sky, with with white clouds high above, and a shining sun, over a green stretch of land where there was a little cottage in there lived a boy who was not a little kid. And he had all the time in the world to dream. A dream most people wanted to have. Blue sky, shining sun, where clouds are white, grass is green and a little cottage, and a boy, dreaming, of ............................................

it's a common tale. dreams repeat. dreams cycle. dreams never die, they transform, change shape, remodel, but they remain the same in essence. simple life. happy living. peace (war is ok sometimes, once i had a little discussion with someone it ended in one of the sweetest kisses of a lifetime. keep it a secret plz). and all said and done, why all the hassle in life? while we have got the blue sky, a free shining sun, and the grass is green no matter what we do, maybe it's about the cottage, but a cottage is not a big deal either, so? and i wish there was my fairy, who could help me out of this dilemma, i can't figure it out, maybe one day i do, and i go on dreaming, of the blue sky, and ...................................................., plus my cup of coffee! (do fairys like coffee?)