Thursday, April 19, 2012

To my Peter Pan:

If there was a Neverland we would leave in a heartbeat and we could escape reality and grow old with each other without actually growing older. We could spend the rest of our lives together which I suppose would be eternity and we could be happy. We could love each other to no end and be completely young and foolish and care-free and breathe it all in and just live for once, together. We could live life one day at a time and do whatever the fuck we want because there would be noone to stop us or tell us otherwise. There would never be a single moment when there wasn't a genuinely beautiful smile plastered onto our young faces and we could fall asleep in each others arms and never be apart. 

But there isn't a Neverland. You can't fly, there's no magic, and every day we're growing older and eventually one day we won't be here anymore. You have to live by society's fucked up rules and regulations, and you have to watch what you say and do because you never know what could happen. It's hard to smile and everything is constantly letting you down. Here, you have responsibilities and you have to meet societies standards. This is reality, and everyone wonders why we're constantly trying so hard to escape it.