dreamland

Go to where ever dreamland you decide on. But go with passion hand-in-hand. You will never be tired on the way!

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Can someone decide to leave everything and move to a dreamland?Was it possible?if yes, how can one do it without being called crazy or a coward?

The country was a dreamland; and perhaps it even reminded my wife's grandfather of the night he woke up drunk in his friend's house, beside his friend's wife, everything similar but new, different, better. The United States of America was like an eternity of those first disorientating seconds of not knowing and not wanting to.

Lost things never like to be found until they've been forgotten.

When the girl didn__ move, Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed, stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall, wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks, pink lips, inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her, he longed to know her name. __ho are you?_ he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time. Cocking his head, he claimed, __ asked you first._ __o you didn__,_ she protested, shaking her red-hooded head, __ asked you at the same time you asked me._ Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. __ell, then, I suppose we__l have to go with __irls first_._ His grin widened into a white smile. The girl gestured to herself. ____ Little Red Riding Hood._ He recognized the name of a fairytale character, and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamer__ real name. __ctually,_ she confessed almost immediately, ____ not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle, but I__ pretending to be her because_well_because this is my dream and that__ what I wish to dream abo

The truth is that few know the truth.

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn__ open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the

And so the game went on in this manner, a throng of children playing keep-away from a bowling ball tossed back and forth between two plump ogres. The air filled with shrieks and cheers and shouts of laughter as daring players thrilled at the sport. That is, all but the few poor souls knocked flat and captured. No laughter rose from behind bars because those in the birdcage knew what was in store. They would soon be lunch for a couple of hungry ogres. Now you might be thinking__idn__ Gavin call it fun when he was swallowed by a wolf earlier? And didn__ he tell that raven-haired girl it doesn__ hurt to be swallowed whole by a bear? All true, all true. But here__ a secret you might not

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.