I remember when I was five and we all sent our wishes tied to a balloon that flew into the sky...
I only asked for one thing instead of 3, like the rest did...
but my balloon got stuck and never made it..my wish was then ignored...
that's the day I lost hope, that's the day I stopped wishing...
You are talking almost of a loss of innocence in some ways. I have experienced that same feeling a few times in life. Oh it makes my heart break coz I so understand it.
ReplyDeleteOh and on another note....yes you are insane and I fukin love it! I just discovered your blog and I dig it big time! I am following you because I enjoy trips to the moon too. xxx