Hey its me. Again
who am i kidding man?
i've changed to an extent that i am totally unrecognisable even to myself
I seek new challenges each day.
But of cos it must be in my control and in my bidding

I ask myself again.
So what is the moral to the story?
None! There is no such thing!
'Fairytales and meant to be Fairytales' ( only one person would understand this line )
Seems like after being sucked out of dreamland i find myself in the mundane mortal world.
My quest is to find the boundaries between such worlds, the altruistic and the satisfaction of just being myself.

It's true that after being with the enchanted all that comes after seem so real it is almost unmagical. That spark, That light, That soul breathes . . . life. . . unto me. LIFE now that i cannot deny the existance of and it reaches the far corners of the earth to acknowledge the passing of men. Such energy and force that i reckon more so that life in its passing will serve more than one purpose. 'To be Free'

As i more forth for 'New Worlds' i will forever be mesmorised by what i saw in the enchanted forest. which gave promise to life and 'the reason', i take what lessons i've learnt to heart. Abidding to my new-found faith. If ever i were to step into the lush greenery that surrounds the old hut by the blue-toothed lake, let me in for a ride... dear goddess