If fiction could hear me speak
I would ask why it let reality take its place.
Fiction is beautiful.
It teems with life and is home to airy skies that allow birds to
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
Light and airy is crushed by the reality of
And imagination shall be decapitated by the sharp blade of Mama Nature’s