The Magical Toy Shop

Long ago I used to have a dream about a toy maker in a room. There in that room he had many wonderful things and handmade toys. Candles burned as he hand crafted his toys to perfection. Well I often have dreamed it was me in this lonely room creating many wonderful and magical looking toys. Perhaps it was my destiny to create magic glowing toys and sell them all over the land as I sipped the magical potions and walked everywhere with the mystic wands.

We must never stop to dream think or manifest. For our thoughts and dreams manifest our wishes and our desires. Some desire burns to much like the hottest fire. So tonight I slip into my own magical world and I will once again create art and toys from my hand crafted ways. For it is my destiny.

Also some poetry will be written tonight. Till next time have a wonderful and magical night.

What is True Love? Is love real ?

Is love even real? Is it all just a dream or a fantasy? Did romantic love ever truly exist? This is the question humans have been asking for so long. But it's hard to know. Yet some strong souls walk alone and are in love with life and the earth and nature. Seeing the magic and wonder in each and everyday.

Many souls don't really know if love is real. I once thought it was real but as time flowed I didn't want to believe in love, it seemed it was just a dream I would never be able to reach. But why in the bloody hell am I telling you this?

At night as I sit by my candles burning I often wonder if love is real. As I never quite have good fortune when it comes to love. I have written many dark and sinister poems about how much I hate love. Yet again why should I harness so much anger for something that may not even exist. Tell me my friend: Why is a raven like a writing desk?