THE BLOOD TRAVELS
9) She always had a tremendous imagination, a gift for fantasy. As a little
girl it was enchanting to watch her. All her dolls around her tiny tea table,
a four-year-old mother of five. Later that evening after tea she and her toy riding pony dashed into battle. Such a gift for a child to be emersed into such a fantastical world. To be transported by the mind through space and time. At
what point does it all go wrong or slip away. The adult emerges who can never be satisfied with the 'real world" A youth who has ridden dragons into battle and seen a world of tinsel and blue glass one day turns twenty and is bound to turn her thoughts from dragons and glass to bank accounts and practical things. To be entertained after that depends on the price of the ticket. Fantasy is bought Front row, balcony, and mezzanine. Not a magical ticket that appears from the air but a paper ticket paid for in legal tender. Weeks, months, years behind a desk to earn enough to take her back there. Soon she learns she can appear to be what everyone needs her to be in order to be free. A misuse of childhood fantasy. By sacrificing her gift she can be what ever another needs her to be. This allows her the freedom she needs. Of course she knows she is never truly free like she used to be. Her wings clipped by desire she is bound to the moment. She no longer dreams of dragons and afternoon tea. Airplanes and limos take her where he needs to be. She plays a character in another's fantasy in order to be free.
9) She always had a tremendous imagination, a gift for fantasy. As a little
girl it was enchanting to watch her. All her dolls around her tiny tea table,
a four-year-old mother of five. Later that evening after tea she and her toy riding pony dashed into battle. Such a gift for a child to be emersed into such a fantastical world. To be transported by the mind through space and time. At
what point does it all go wrong or slip away. The adult emerges who can never be satisfied with the 'real world" A youth who has ridden dragons into battle and seen a world of tinsel and blue glass one day turns twenty and is bound to turn her thoughts from dragons and glass to bank accounts and practical things. To be entertained after that depends on the price of the ticket. Fantasy is bought Front row, balcony, and mezzanine. Not a magical ticket that appears from the air but a paper ticket paid for in legal tender. Weeks, months, years behind a desk to earn enough to take her back there. Soon she learns she can appear to be what everyone needs her to be in order to be free. A misuse of childhood fantasy. By sacrificing her gift she can be what ever another needs her to be. This allows her the freedom she needs. Of course she knows she is never truly free like she used to be. Her wings clipped by desire she is bound to the moment. She no longer dreams of dragons and afternoon tea. Airplanes and limos take her where he needs to be. She plays a character in another's fantasy in order to be free.