The reality and the fantasy are opposite things
but they have something that connect them
and that will forever hurt me
because that connection causes confusion and pain.
The point is that we live in the reality
where we just want to reach the fantasy
but in the fantasy doesn't exist the reality
and the fantasy will ever become the reality
the reality will ever become the fantasy
because the fantasy is something created for the reality
but the reality don't let us reach the fantasy
and the fantasy will not let the reality reach it
because it created the fantasy as the sky and the hell
the hell exists meanwhile we live
because we can't reach that hell
but if we die
we leave the reality to fly to the fantasy
and it will become the new reality
it will become the sky
the reality that was the hell now turned to the sky
the new reality was the fantasy but now is real
but if we lived in the reality we just flew to it again
just that that reality is different
that reality has something that the other will never have
and it's the fantasy.
With all this I have a conclusion
that is that we can turn this reality into the fantasy
and then that fantasy will be the reality
and we will reach the fantasy then
but just as a reality
because the fantasy is something we can't reach
is something that turn in reality when we are near
but that reality contain the fantasy
it's the real fantasy...
Then i have to ask
This is the reality, but the fantasy too?
Because if the fantasy is the unreachable reality
then it's a reality...
What is the definition of fantasy?
"Tricks of the mind that aren't real"
What is the reality, then?
The opposite of the fantasy
the world where we live
the world where our senses feel
the world that is truly real
the world that refuses the fantasy!
But then i have to ask
the fantasy refuse the reality, inverse or both?
The reality created the fantasy to refuse it
but the fantasy refuse it or just want to mix?
Exists a world where they meet?
Exists a world where just the fantasy exists?
I'm not sure with the last one
because if the fantasy exists it quickly turn to real
so we just can live in the reality
and try to escape to the unknown world of the dreams
where we can know the world of the fantasy
and pray to not become real
because if the fantasy is real, it's not a fantasy anymore
but I want my fantasies becoming real
but at the same time I want to escape from the reality
and fly to the fantasy
just to go where I come from
just to fly to the fantasy that will be real
like the world where we live
but then, what's the difference?
We can fly out of the reality to land in the reality again?
If i'm right, then our fantasies are real
but then we are a fantasy?
The reality is the fantasy and the fantasy is the reality?
That's why we can't reach it
when the reality changes, the fantasy too
the fantasy is just a naughty Halloween citizen
that don't want to live in the reality
and our friend, the fantasy, Jack want to be with us
but he can't
because we are the reality and he the fantasy
because we are the fantasy and he the reality
because we can't understand the middle
and the middle is where they meet
is where the parts of both can change
When will come the middle?
When will change our reality?
Maybe when we die
when we go to the darkness looking for the light
looking for the fantasy, but in the middle of the reality
just to turn it black
to leave the reality, that will then turn white
just to change the reality for the fantasy
the fantasy for the reality
we can reach it but we can't
we can turn it white but then it will turn black
we can create the dark just to see it turn to dark
we live in the darkness but we want the light
we live in the reality but we want the fantasy
and that makes the reality become unfair
because the reality created the hell to not let us reach it...
the hell is not reach the hell
the sky is reach the hell
the reality is the fantasy
and the fantasy is not the fantasy
the reality isn't the fantasy
and the fantasy isn't the reality...
I though about this when my father scolded me for be all the time following the fantasy and don't want to live in the reality... and then... new inspiration appeared! And i just couldn't stop writing!
I hope i didn't confuse you so much... heheh... i will give a Jack cookie or an Oogie's bag filled in candies to who isn't even a little bit confused...