Since you are already have that nod of guaranteed passport to that new world, you just have to climb a few more mountains, swim across a few more ocean, walked across a few more miles of hot burning stony path that hurt your foot so much, dragged yourself across the smelly, soaky swamp areas with fatal predators inside, before you eventually see the new word you're going to live in soon. And suddenly, there's this Good Samaritan, (or He could be a devil), that offer you a one way ride to a parallel world that you've missed, the one you have been thinking about if you didn't queue in the line with other dreamers and fighters for you that one wish to be granted with a few dreading conditions to be fulfilled. Should i go on the ride?
sometimes, before i go to sleep. i always think about all those absurd, magical things that i wish could happen to me. =( the reality is just a boring, tiring world with no creativity whatsoever. not my preferable hues of color to be in.
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