Of all the existences I believe one day I will be special. I can see a great love ahead out of a fantasy sparkling and glowing gently as if to say “come. Be alive in every way. Be undeterred by a fierce shadowed world around you. Cry. Smile. Become truly tired. Sleep. Live in the beauty of a tomorrow I know you have in your heart.” I long for the day I can no longer dream. I wait for a tomorrow as described by my heart and pray my existence as this world may see is risen from an ash ridden enemy called present. And I pray and hope with my life that when it ends, my soul should turn to dust and spread throughout the earths surface so i can see the beauty of ages ahead always. An existence in which I must search out the wonder in all. There is no other world in my eyes.