Childhood Dream

The tragedy of knowing, the ultimate loss of a childhood dream, is not a farewell from Santa. It is the innocence of believing – in an answer to all, a cause for all… Shattered into pieces, like the remnants of Babylon, never to be rebuilt again. Once upon a time, we were joyful apple gatherers in the gardens, across the seas; at this very hour of our life, we are the birds of prey, hunters of secrets. Journeying deep into twenty thousand leagues under the sea, we find ourselves on the path towards void. It is the miserable, it is paradise…

Published in: on 17/11/2012 at 2:23 PM  Leave a Comment