Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a boy who was just like a small toy. He would run up and down the river stream, frantically as if it was his head that was seeing, all the magic in the world above as all the stars were down below. In his world, blood was red and water was blue but in his head, white and black was all he read. He could never trust his monochrome self as he always thought he was missing something. One day by luck, he traveled upon a magic land, where birds chirped well and sang as they can. Only to be mesmerized by something like this, the boy removed his drawing book and started painting a picture something like this. The sky was red and the birds in the sky, high. Water running down the stream, grey as the light has reached an all-time low. Trees, green as they could come by and the twilight just shining on his shoulder waiting for another day to come again. To see the world in awe of his brilliance to come to life. He indeed was the prodigal son, the one who was loved to death and then by death itself he was born again. He lived to speak by his words of Colors as the one thing that stayed true to him were the emotions they spoke of when there was no one to listen. A little by little, they spoke to him, the magic was born again and every evening the magic would go to sleep as did he. Needn't he realized, that the night was when he really did come alive, as the conscious went to sleep and the subconscious did come alive. He went on and on about his extraordinary and altruistic way of life, but little did he know, in the night, all he was, but a piece of lying flesh on the ground trying to breathe itself to the next day, not of reason, not of habit, but for the pure joy of being alive, that he felt inside. He could never be thankful enough for Belly as she did open his eyes to something he couldn't foresee and now that he can see ahead, he chooses to sleep and let the dead awake. So, must he again face the challenges of failure as we all know that without it, we cannot grow? So once again people of the world, listen to my story of the boy who lived in the magic land, day in, day out, snoring. Sweet dreams Y'all :)
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