• Dear My Little Darling,

    You have that unique touch, the one that most people pray for, but you despise in day time. You wish life could be like a little fantasy, being swept off your feet in this realistic world.

    At night when you sleep your head is filled with your fantasies, your non-realistic dreams. You, my lovely darling, are a dreamer. Being a super hero, princess, or fairy, is just in your imagination.

    You await sleep like a child awaits Christmas day. When you dream your mind is filled with exploration, beyond your world, beyond your life, beyond your control.

    People say they know what a fairy is, or they understand all of that mystic imagination. They just wish they were you. You tell them simply " Fairies aren't what you think, imagination is what you need. Take my hand to help me save this world, take my hand to help me imagine this world." They hurt your heart, cracking it in two as they run away laughing.

    At night you sleep peacefully, in the morning you cry in pain. Not the type of pain of super hero has in battle, but the type of pain that you are yearning to touch a piece of imagination, and make it reality.

    You despise me. I am the one that keeps you grounded. You hate me- and I know that. Remember I love you, but with everyone else on this earth, I believe that you are the Rainbow colored girl in a black-and-white world. I can not let you float into the sky in dreams, I keep you here. I keep you in reality. No matter what you believe, you soon must learn, that no matter what, you can be a painter or a writer, a President or Movie Star, but not your fairy tale dream. Live with it.

    Sorry, so sorry. Please return my love.


    Love,

    Reality