I wish I had something real nice to write about.

I wonder if our stories came to life when we told them to each other years ago..
I wish we told better stories, instead of wishing for real rich men who treat us like dirt and we end up lonely like dolls that you leave when  you grow up.

I wish we told each other that we'd be friends till the end, if there was an end, because sometimes I think the end is an illusion, that we keep repeated our lives over and over again, we just forget about the previous life and begin one over again.

So Ive thought of a better story finally.

I dream of a green field of never ending flowers who never wither, I dream of a sun that never dies and the breeze that never wanders too far away..
I dream of two friends who had met under unusual life circumstances, who shared each other's grief and turned them into uncontrollable laughter.. and they never departed.