:Never- never- land:

they say it's time to grow up...

no, i don't know who 'they' are either

but I have a feeling they don't have a sense of humor

or ever laugh until their sides hurt

they used to though

back then,

when they were childlike

but then bad things happened

and they became cynical

their smiles dropping off from their faces all together...

for life!

they will die like that:

hard,

wrinkly dried up prunes,

unless they remember rainbows and sunsets

the potential for a dandelion to be a flower

or the joy that comes from rain drops...

the way sunlight bounces off

and plays with everything that it touches

or how a cloudy day is full of opportunities.

poor wretched souls.

they...

they are captives without imagination,

stuck in a fading 'reality' that will die with them

or worse,

it will die before them

and then...

then they will be truly lost.

let us never become like them.

Only dogs can hear...

The door closed. So I walked away.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly relieved.

It is one of those things.

It is dark...

Or maybe it is too bright...

Either way I cannot see.

I can't seem to open my eyes.

I can't seem to come out of this dream.

Can a bird fly again whose wings have been cut?

I'm told they can.

In time they can.