do dreams really come true? of this I have often wondered, for I can glance at those around me, and they seem perfectly content. yet, my own dreams are so plentiful that I fear they may never be fulfilled. perhaps dreaming is not the wonderful thing I believe it is, for it can leave you feeling empty inside. expectaions are never lived up to, and apathy evantually creeps in. but, for now, I am still young. and the world is a bigger place than I, but my dreams keep me afloat. I have not lost my love of life, not my lust for the beauty of the world. maybe evil isn't the absence of good, merely temporarily forgetting all the beautiful things life has to offer. I, myself, could never take another's life. in the taking of one life, you leech the happiness and dreams of so many others. I have seen the death of amyn loved ones. it is not the glamorous thing it is made out to be. don't let the damn media play with your mind. give a man a gun, and sooner or later he will shot someone. don't fool around with power, and playing God is also a no-no. I'll take my dreamworld over reality anyday. even if my dreams aren't destined to come true.

:: motion picture presents ::

startled look flashes behind orbs, yet the ever-present affability shines through. own dial reurns the gesture of... wait, what was this anyhow. I supose of aknowledgement, if not friendship. even the hardest of hearts have been known to crumble at his gaze. maybe this was not a mere horse, but a symbol of something peaceful. still. serene. thoughtful. a symbol of goodness. that in itself is a dream.

:: surround sound ::

greeting, m'lady, I am Pyriah, new to these lands. what, may I ask, is your title