I thought fairy tales were
lies or worse, promises
spoken, yet meant to be
broken. Intent is all.
Why
do grown-ups feel
the need to make up
a story, only to later
confess that it was a
lie?
Why look for a prince
when frogs are much
more common? Why
reach for a dream
when
you're at ease within
your nightmares? Why
scramble to disguise
what your personal
truth is
when reality not only
hurts less in the long
run, but is most often
the easier path?
