If fiction could hear me speak
I would ask why it let reality take its place.
Why?
Fiction is beautiful.
It teems with life and is home to airy skies that allow birds to
Fly.
I would say don’t change a thing unless we have a natural perception.
That way things we, animals and humans, live on will be appeal to the
Eye.
Light and airy is crushed by the reality of
life.
And imagination shall be decapitated by the sharp blade of Mama Nature’s
Knife.
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