Dreamer
I am a realistic dreamer.
It’s a contradiction. Yet, they complement each other perfectly. It gives life an extraordinary feeling.
I wish on rainbows and lashes and falling stars. Knowing perfectly well that I don’t believe in them.
But who knows?
Maybe magic does exist. In a beautiful subtle form. So subtle, it goes unnoticed by most of us.
The realist encourages the dreamer. In an endless universe, who’s to say what is fantasy and what is yet to be discovered.
So I continue wishing. Each time with a childlike hope that this one will truly come true.











