Whisked Away

Today, the girl of my dreams comes to me from a far off land. She comes bearing gifts and wild things of fantasy. With her for a week will I fly into eternity. Neverland beckons with the sound of a siren, telling me to leave my life behind. Perhaps I shall not return to this land of barren desolace. Perhaps I shall be forever entraped in a blissful existance. Perhaps the fairy dust and wither wind will wear out my will to return. Indeed, I hope so.

But I am not a lunatic, for I know I will return. And when I do, I will show you things that you have never before witnessed. And when that day comes you shall marvel at the glory of the wonderland. Then, we shall know each other. Then we shall truely be kin.