To believe the things that aren’t real then the things that are real, i once believed i was an umbrella, why? I’m lying, I’m not a idiot like you all, but that’s besides the point, if you believe on something, why isn’t that real? it’s real on your mind, why isn’t the world on your mind, reality, you comprehend and interpret the world thorough your brain, why not change the rules, why shouldn’t you imagine things?
Try for one day to imagine that the world is a wonderful place, just stroll around, give money to the peddlers, talk nice to people, be cordial and happy, don’t worry about anything, all is well and there is not a care in the world, go eat an apple, or maybe an orange, tell a girl or a boy that you love them, just because you feel like loving and you have a lot of love to give, smile a lot, and be helpful, make wacky faces to babies, and then make them again to the mothers, go and eat ice cream, enjoy the fresh air, the smell of grass or the warmth of hot sand, watch the blue sky and see how beautiful it will get when the blue starts to fade to black with wonderful sunset with the stars popping out, that would be wonderful….but in the end, we all know that’s a lie.
