Watched a play recently, and the theme was basically about illusions versus reality, and which was better, if there was even a difference or distinction.
The boy asked the girl, "What's wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me?"
"No..." said the other warmly, affectionately, ruffling his hair.
"You know what I wish? I wish I could disappear... Turn into a pile of sand, let the wind blow me away."
"You can't."
"Why?"
"Because you have me."
3 comments:
ah. now u advocating getting attached is it!
I'm not so optimistic. She's probably speaking from experience.
not being able to disappear because someone cares is always, always great. just depends on how you perceive it
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