She looks at you, her face breaking into a radiant smile-

and everywhere, there are stars and explosions.

It breaks you little by little

your poor hummingbird of a heart

You take a step into the crouching darkness, feel the edges of yourself dissolve into the black nothingness.

Disappearing.

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus left me feeling utterly disappointed. The plot was far from exciting. Like a rickety carriage driving through the dark woods, as shown in the movie, the story lurched forward in a rather pointless and haphazard fashion, and only served to confuse the audience even more. The ending was unsatisfying and abrupt, leaving my friend and I bewildered at the turn of events. And this is going to sound quite trivial but I felt that Heath Ledger, Jude Law and Colin Farrel made the character sleazy and shifty looking. Only Johnny Depp succeeded in making the character believable. Then again, I've always had a soft spot for the amazingly talented Johnny Depp. What redeemed the movie was the stunning visuals, and the talented supporting cast. Valentina ( the gorgeous Lily Cole) sparkled in her role, and the devil had me mesmerized- he was undeniably a magnetic villain.

I wanted to save you.

But only we can save ourselves.

Sooner or later you'll cease to exist.

I won't have to care anymore.

It's as if my true self is buried so deeply within, underneath the walls I put up. I can feel myself retreating further and further into myself, barely surfacing anymore. Entire chunks of my day play out, but I feel so far away, as if I'm watching from a vast distance, outside my body, somehow.

I'm trying to forget, but sometimes it gets too difficult and it just leaves me broken and all I want is for things to go back the way they were

I'll tell my little brother that unicorns and dragons do exist. That babies are carefully wrapped up in white bundles which are delivered by great white storks who fly thousands of miles. If we look carefully enough, we'll realize that there are guardian angels placed on earth to watch over us and guide us. That he has to be a good boy so Santa Claus will give him something wonderful during 

Christmas. and so on and so forth.

I think children nowadays grow up too fast. Their parents just dish out the dull, bleak facts of this world to their kids, instead of weaving them shining, dazzling gems of stories. Wouldn't you rather believe in a fantastical, amazing world where anything is possible? I guess you'd probably scoff at this idea, telling me that I'm too naive and idealistic. Well, stories were my best friends when I was a kid. There is still time for him to discover the truth, eventually. Meanwhile, he should be given a chance to view the world with a wide-eyed wonder.