Planets and exhaustion. Flowers and anxiety. Sunshine and anguish. Pretty rings and getting annoyed too easily. Rainstorms and sadness. Fire and frozen hearts. Stars and pain. Strawberries and disappointment. French fries and '*******'s. Fantasy and reality.
A line between the two, a chain that keeps us on the ground stuck with reality. A cold, harsh, cliché reality. Unable to fly among the stars, among the planets for safety. A pretty, warm, chocolate chip cookie-type comforting fantasy forbidden for people like us. Because hope isn’t allowed here. We prefer crushing dreams before we even think of them. Understand?