The girl
lives her dream. The train to the neverland will be here anytime soon. The
parody, the paradox, the people leave as they were. You have to leave. The
bonds to neverland are meant to last forever, if you believe so. The train will
arrive, if you believe so. Believe if
you can.
Neverland
writes new tales and anecdotes to brighten dull hearts. There are no sciences,
no magic, no ethereal and celestial laws there but a phenomenon which strings
contentment with happiness. Do not argue with the agreements of a higher cause.
Happiness complements the gratification. Think about it if you can, arguing
won’t require the time and space then. If the realization of the extreme beauty
of neverland dawns upon you, cherish it. Remember the moment, write about it,
rework the sense of notion and collect the time in your hands. You will see how
more beautiful and magnificent neverland gets and how deeply you want to
believe.
The girl
gets everything she ever wished in neverland. It’s the land of dreams of truth.
The countless hues spread the unconditional light of love.
She baths in
love. The lover is her sun. The lover moves to neverland too. Travel all the
way, chase all the shadows and be with her.
The night
turns out to be a playful toy in their hands.
He likes it
the way of skies. Freedom and the sense of responsibility to protect safeguard.
But is there a nemesis? There might be. The rebels may strike anywhere, even in
eternity.
My Love
should rest in my arms. So, he takes her along.
The fighter
plane. With its own mind. That’s how the lover loves her in the sky with no
agitation. The strawberries glow on their faces. The mushy love on their lips.
The bubble gum tongues revolving, wrapping, consummating neverland around each
other. The happiest time in the following of whole state of time ever.
She wishes
for mushrooms. However, mushrooms can be rude in neverland. Especially when
they belong to the enemy. Enemies make lives interesting. Happiness and
contentment remain unaffected, that’s how it works there. But you have to fight
enemies. And mushrooms ruin the shy lovers’ aloofness.
The fighter
rises. For the sake of kingdom and for the sake of his love. All of a sudden,
something vague from the point of sight is seen. Another manoeuvre of the prudent enemy. The lover steps off to give
room to the fighter. Lasers fly, distorting the freefalling mushroom’s flight
and piercing the bullet eyes. More power stipulations? The vague things get
clearer into picture – virulent tables and chairs crushing everything under
their legs, which actually are supposed to be only supporting structures.
Its
time.
They won’t
cease unless they are slit right through their torsos and right through their
sleek limbs. Launching beyblades may work but the fighter has to return back to
being lover. The strawberries and the girl should not be made to wait. So,
instead the lover takes its hold on the most powerful weapon in the universe.
The mighty
maudlin beyblade crushes everything that belongs to the enemy, even the enemy
if it’s in the closed circumference of neverland. The tables and the chairs sing their demise.
Their sad ending was a matter of joy for the lover for he could return to the
girl.
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