Pandora’s Box – Mineas Vary

een while, since you drew into that deep sleep, right?  Reality has been so much of a word that starts to rip away every inch of your soul, like a lame string in a crochet, bells of a wind chime, or a dumb painting in the sand, the more you hold into it, the more it fade away.

Let me take you to that place where pain is just a conjure; tears are just an imagination, a place where shoulders are always present for you to run to.  That place somehow served as a MASK, for a weary soul.

Hope, wish, or dream, whatever you call it.  We are all slaves of those words.   No! I think, they are more than just words; they are whispers from a tired heart, prayers of a lonely spirit, or thoughts of an orphan one.  And from words, whispers, and prayers, it becomes a desire, then to a passion, and from passion, it becomes a loud cry, a battle cry, then it became a crusade, crusade for rest, for happiness, and for compassion.

In your dreams, the view is much better, the horizon is much wider, the lights: brighter.  Showers of rain are drops of joy, rather than of tears, and sunshine means smile, than the scorching heat.

Let me take you to that place where pain is just a conjure; tears are just an imagination, a place where shoulders are always present for you to run to.  That place somehow served as a MASK, for a weary soul.

Ever wonder why Snow white took that apple from an old lady that she barely knew?  Or asked the fairy godmother of Cinderella why she gave her a pair of shoes, instead of necklace?, a pair of earrings?, or a magic ring? so that it will not fall out?… and why did she gave her a curfew anyway?

What if young Lex Luthor, and Clark Kent became best of friends?   Will they become the greatest hero tandem?  Or they will become the worst villains?

The answer is in your dreams.

Now like when everything is just like the way it started.  You probably don’t have a home, or a family, a friend, or a lover, it’s even possible that you don’t have a heart, a soul, or a spirit by now, barely breathing… but  you have more time to hope, you have more time to wish, usted tiene más tiempo para sonar, you have all the time to DREAM.

“Let me take you to your dreams…” – Lady Mineas Vary