Aesthetic Writings

Dreamer

I prefer to live in my imagination.
With ice castles and sun bathed princesses.
With natural pretty hair and simple pretty dresses.
With gentleman who are actually gentle and woman who aren't afraid.
With clear nights and stars. Someone touching the moon.
With talking trees and helpful animals.
With kind words and a peaceful world.

But who am I but a dreamer? None will ever be true. Who am I to hope that everybody wants it too?