neverland never sounded better

I often envy Peter. To personalize his reality and forget the fable that has impressed my mind since infancy is the dream. The life of a lost boy--or lost girl--seems romantic enough. Makes my mind process his concept of time.

Is that what makes him fearless? No accountability to be accountable for. Just everyday and every moment: the next great adventure. ANYTHING. Except growing up, because life is what we live and death, it doesn't matter.

and expectations; well, they can't be dashed if you aren't conscious of them.

NEVERLAND NEVER SOUNDED BETTER.

and then, when pixies rest and fireflies extinguish their lights, those problems that don't fill a little boy's head, but a grown ups, would have no effect. Just the hushed night sounds of a land that makes you forget--even Wendy, sort of. Not completely, but periodically.

Silly girl. Where is your sense of adventure? and love--where else could you find a Peter Pan?

But then again...you aren't capable of forgetting the second star to the left and straight on til morning. or a shadow. or the smell of a thousand endless summers.

The truth: Wendy was right. She chose.