Being the misguided philosopher tonight. Listening to my songs and thinking. Too much thinking. Why can't I live in my fantasy? Why? It would be so ideal. Not everything has to be "right". I just want the chance. I read My Little Dashie today. That was one of the saddest stories that I've ever read. My Little Pony Friendship is Magic has entranced me. It's such a good show. And in me, it has evolved into another inescapable feeling of entrapment and sadness. I've gone through the same things with many other fantasy type situations. Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and even Star Wars. What I would give just for the chance to experience the worlds the I adore so much. The alternate universes. The limitless possibilities.
I need to escape. I can't let myself become trapped. Eventually this too will run it's course and I'll be fine again. But this seems to be much more powerful than the other feelings. Again, I ask myself, why???
Why?
