Dreams Upon Clouds

And she built her dreams on clouds. She had the imagination of a child, so she imagined and imagined and imagined. 

Yes, clouds are beautiful, they're the background of fairytales. But that's exactly the point, fairytales; where everything is surreal. That's exactly how she lived, in a world of her own, in a surreal existence only she saw.

But she'd never learn would she? She'd never learn each time she fell from her cloud. She'd never learn after every time she crashed to the ground, and opened her eyes wounded and hurt.

She'd never grow up from her fairytale imagination, she never could.

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