Dear Peter Pen
please lead me there...
since you are the saver of dreaming kids

here’s my confession
sometimes I wish nothing’s real
sometimes I wish I’ve never heard fairy tales
sometimes I wish I can breath without the air
sometimes I wish I can stop being so obstinate
sometimes I wish I am enchanted to the star
and sometimes I wish I know how to love myself

I chant to the moon,
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman.

when can I define myself?
I can’t cry, either can laugh.

I’ll follow the shooting star to find my neverland
till then, i’ll continue smiling.

sincerely yours,
Remii

ps. I believe in fairy tales.