the place between here and forever neverland. those magical lost boys that have all the answers to the questions yet to be asked. good morning friar, nice to meet you. i'd like to take a hand to help in any way that I can. the gorgeous fabric without the stains, hangs in its pristine glory. untouched in its perfectness. visible are the apparent similarities of the combination of two plus one.
and as the water runs down my dry wet body, the realization of this thing that is not me sets in. this place where the half isn't quite achieved. as those around me fill their gaps with these half hearted responses, i wonder the validity of the self fulfilling prophecy. can you close your eyes, twirl around and dream of this thing that isn't seen with eyes open? can the make believe be this thing called reality? dont resist, just let go.
good luck my darling, you'll need it for this one.