With our last breath, let us choose the dream we want — so close your eyes and see the trees we planted, dancing in the breeze. Time takes all things, yet the moment we shared will always have been; and it lives on in memory as our time machine. One day soon I'll go back forever. When your time comes, I hope you'll join me there — you know where.
Sometimes I like to imagine, the world outside is not. The world is just a fairytale we once heard and all that be is us. This may not sound like much but to me, it means all I need and want is you, for the world outside is make believe.
What boundaries these? Are they real or like 'The Truman Show', are they artificial and superimposed? Slow motion clouds scrolling sky, they contrast a rolling rhythm of sea waves that glisten, and then disappear — like moments missing. If not for the unbroken rhythm, I'd know time is stolen at the last stand of land.
To make-believe is to pretend what is not real — is real: belief in gods, soul mates, morality, life-meaning and... We invented these lies we tell ourselves. It's not about ignoring reality, but enriching life with options on what you say to pass the day and open the door to more. Just don't put all your eggs in one basket, lest you are reminded — it's all bullshit.
The most beautiful thing I know, is the concept of a god that loves, listens and absolves my sin. Surely a god that offers hope is man's most beautiful creation — because I want to believe it's real...
I still remember the time Uncle Awesome came to town. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, except for that louse!
Today I met the Easter Bunny: a funny looking bunny, the tallest I've ever seen with a long tail to help in hopping fences. She can hop so high she might even fly! That's because the Aussie bunny identifies as a kick-ass kangaroo. She carries coloured eggs in pouch to hide around your home but you should only eat the wrapt ones, for the others taste like poo.
There was once a spirit who mistook our Moon for her mother but the Moon did not know how to love, so instead gave chocolate sweets to eat: you may eat these treats but not my apples, for their secret is mine to keep...
Time is in-finite, but life finite. If I had only one more conversation with mum, it would be to say thank you. Thank you for everything... Thank you for magic, the memories and mystery of what can be and all the fantastic possibility. Thank you for teaching me that magic is not just something that happens, it's also what we create. In this crazy world, magic is easy to forget and yet it's what I crave most to get. So I say again this day, thank you for the magic.