m. f. e. o.


You build your walls high
and make your friends human shields.
Behind such an impenetrable fortress
how can I reach you
when we can barely touch?

Come hold my hand and walk with me in the sun, let its gentle rays warm you and let the wind touch your face. Come with me and we will fearlessly slay dragons together. We will run away to the ends of the earth to watch the sun set with a pot of gold for pocket money and a bottle of wine to drink.

I am promising you the adventure of a lifetime.

But until you get lonely in your stone castle, until you come outside and find me under the shade of that old oak tree you see from your window...

I'll be waiting.

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