to love a magician. or the blue genie?

 

like a test by a crazy examiner. testing whether distance really matters. now, who would go and tell that crazy examiner that it doesn't? nobody will. because it does. the magical carpet doesn't seem to fly that far away. but dreams are dreams. if you run holding hands to a destination decided only after you wake up..it is still a dream. but the destination is real. reminds me of song lyrics. 'i will fly into your arms..and be with you.. till the end of time.. why are you so far away.. you know.. its very hard for me.. to get myself close to youuuuu..'

 

"Mr. Magician," I would write.. "we have a dream to live.." and i then would wonder whether it is a dream to live or to live a dream? but then i would decide and sign it ...and seal it.

 

maybe then i'd look in the mirror and smile. hehe.