When I was still a child, 
I always indulged in fantasies and dreams. 
 
They serve as my blanket against the hardships of growing up 
and understanding the grown ups. 
 
I thought I would be innocent and idealistic forever...
 
But things turned out to be a real mess, 
with or without me tampering them. 
 
I thought I shall live in a fantasy of the never-ending truth.
 
I was wrong.
 
Today, I am living in a real world with fantasies along.