The Ocean
Living may not be a fairy tale, but sometimes, in special occasions, the main characters in a dreamy reality might jump into your cold world, take a secondary role and change what you once thought was a never ending winter into a long lasting sunny summer, bring bright green grass fields and sparkling blue water lakes. However, it might be that you just never really had time to realize the authenticity of the perfection just because you've always known that the paradise would be somewhere and not someone. When could you ever believe that the true beauty wasn't some place you arrived after a long sinuous road? How would you be aware of the fact that a single person could change the way you behold all tangible things? How could you turn all the images in my head into postcard pictures of places I've never dreamed of being before? Did all that really happen, or did I just fall into delusion?