A letter to the dearest one(s)

For those who said to me 'reading too much book is not good for my insanity,' I wrote this to you:

No wonder I heard those words flew from yours, a person who came and gone, a typical one. You rest your life in a very real thing. In your daily base, you think, you think, you think, you put logic into everything and deny it by saying you just take something as it is, you straightforwardly say, hug, kiss, tell everything you feel. How come that thing could possibly be logical? You assure yourself and everyone around you to believe that. In your deepest heart, you know. You believe those things, you wanna be able to wonder, to believe, to have a faith, but you're too afraid to do it. Dissapointments lead you down. And you try to let another people down by your side..unintentionally. I write it to you not because I care, it's just because I can't understand people who think 'reading a book' is not good. I write it to you not because I care, because I love you and I don't want you to think in such way. You need someone who can take you and your children to the below of Atlantis, meeting Dr.Seuss, imagining things like Wonka Factory, picturing fairy world, make your children believe in magical things so they will dare to dream high, or else. You know but you won't say. You might say it to me, but you didn't. I can smell all your doubts. Hesitation is illustrated on your pupil. The moment I feel it, the moment I know you don't know what you want..like I don't understand why you deny that you know.

I realize life is sometimes can be cruel particularly for a dreamer. It's one of my reason why I stay sane whereever the path my mind take me travel to. I set boundaries because people like you. People who said to me to keep my feet in the ground. To stay real, you said. You put someone in their worst. You know what? Doubting theirselves, asking theirselves, not knowing which way to take and you're not there to help them. You left them in disguise. That's the worst. Whether I will end to be something I believe myself could be, or I will be an ordinary people like you used to tell me. An ordinary people who left their imaginary god and goddesses, wild mind, unreachable reality, hard expression to the corner of their unrequited dreams. I know what I want. I know which way I should take to make me happy. I thought you can be so alluring and believe the same way as I do. If you turned out to be someone who can't take bigger perspective to aim high. You better leave without saying good bye. Instead of leaving all my imaginary mind, I'd please to escort you to the exit door. You don't understand know, you can't, and you won't. And I don't wanna grow a family with a man who don't believe magical things exist. Because you're not blessed enough to believe things you haven't (yet) see.

Of all things I have believe in, I put my faith to you. People can change, so do you. I love you.