Friends for life

The best of friends,Can change a frown,

Into a smile,when you feel down.

The best of friends,Will understand,

Your little trials,And lend a hand.

The best of friends,Will always share,

Your secret dreams,Because they care.

The best of friends,Worth more than gold,

Give all the love,A heart can hold.

GoGoLand

What happens happen when you play a game...and you dont even know that you are a part of it , like participant. Thats what happens when people play games with you!

So my story begins as a fairytale, I captured moments with your 5 senses and re-live them, moments of magical feelings, the smell, the taste , pixie dust is all around, I couldn't believe was in the farytale. So I finally lived the story...

fairytales always have the gloomy evil part to them...in this case the rule was I couldnt leave the fairytale I couldn't go outside, learn about the evil parts of the story, so many times I wanted out but the I was inmersed in the pixie feeling.

I finally found a small peep hole outside
each day I tried to make it bigger
after all the effort and the restless hours, I even got hurt in the process, felt tired,thought i was never goin to make it. and one rainy day my little window to outside was even bigger, I was so afraid to what I might find, I
saw glimpses and they scared me.SO That day I finally had the courage and went out...

When I was outside I could see I was living in a small mystical beautiful magical breathtaking cottage surrounded by burnt woods, cloudy, blurry smoglike.. I WAS IN SHOCK CONFUSED I stood there for a while in disbelief and decided to look the other way and could see to the horizon a path the leaded to green fields, valleys. What was I to do could continue livin the faiytaled cottage surround by all that damage , living a lie, playing a story game? or just take a chance.
You got it it sounds better to say fuck that ill take that chance

What am I tryin to say!? Nothing is never as it seems...Pueden estar disfrazadas, pueden ser un sueno, nada es perfecto...al estar ciego a esto vivo un engano no es justo si a ami horizonte tengo un mundo por delante.

que lastima me da...pero adios...me despido de esa historia y me voy.