"Hope is a waking dream." - Aristotle

And then I'll hope.
And I'll hope for the impossible.
I want the impossible.
Those who can't believe in the impossible can't believe.
And those who can't believe, don't live.

I'm stranded on a deserted island, standing alone in the middle of a vast ocean of nothingness. Dare you join me?

Sometimes you have to believe.
Even when there's nothing to believe in.
Belief is life.
What's the point of living if you don't believe?

My life is a street full of potholes. Bumpity bump bump bump. Dare you take that walk with me?

I believe in fairy-tales.
I believe in flying unicorns, fire-breathing dragons and twilight angels.
I believe in cotton-candy clouds, lemonade fountains and ice-cream mountains.
If that makes me childish, so be it.
Better a child than a cynic.

I have no destination. I go wherever my feet take me. Dare you bear that uncertainty?

My reality is my dreams.
My nightmares are reality.
If it's better for me to stay sleeping,
Then I pray you let me sleep forever.

I'm as temperamental and unpredictable as the weather. Dare you brave my storm?

I need my belief.
I need what I dream.
I live in a world of my own.
I live in a world we all want to call home.

I am who I'm not and yet I am. Dare you understand that?

I believe in what can be, what might be.
I don't believe in what is.
I march to a different drummer.
That drummer is me.

What you see, you might not get - and what you get, you might not see. Dare you accept that?