O.o

there was once upon a time a boy, who grew up in dreams of fantasies, where strong suave heroes save the day from enemies of all shapes and sizes. It was a time when reality pass by like a flash, but the memories and dreams stay by.

'Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius' - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

History is a good subject, because we have only the past to look back on. Looking back I am suddenly aware that I have changed alot to become the person I am now. Or rather to become the person I know I can be... and more. And reality is so so much more realistic, in which things do not happen, or most of the time it does'nt happen the way you want it to be.

Love can be a fleeting moment, and can disappear so very quickly. It like any other feelings have to be kindled and conjured, and yet unlike other feelings it is more difficult to grasp. Life too is fleeting, only a moment in history, and the reality of life is not exactly what dreams are made of. And I guess life is something that u have to go through with love, because they goes hand in hand.

And the boy dreams on, because dreams are things that are possible, because dreams are what one hopes to achieve, and it is something that is great to continue with. :D