Time to drink alone, yet without the tea. Perhaps I am unawares. Pleasures of security and the excitement of insecurity develop the questioning of life. Fairytale creatures are altogether unreal, yet each and every one can be manifested in the mind of the beholder. Surreal juxtaposing the real, sets confusion in symbiosis with the cataclysm of thought. The profound becomes a mechanism of the foolish as caricatures play out their wisdom in the constant twilight of life. To be nothing is everything to me, yet makes me ultimately everything in return. Where does this out of place adult perception come from to invade the mind of this fragile child? Behold, I am a fairytale. Alone, yet real.