watched sleeping beauty yesterday.
stunningly beautiful.
a show of beauty and grace as the ballerinas prance across the stage, seemingly effortlessly.
even the kids around us were suprisingly well-behaved.
phew.. heh..
the only unfortunate thing was the location of our seats.
circle 2.
the figures on stage were saddeningly small.
but the fluidity of the movements still apparent.
a beautiful performance.
went home wondering what it feels like to live in a fairy tale.
where everything seeems to be perfect with a happy ending.
would that ever be possible in our world?
where good and evil were distinct, where no grey areas exist.
i guess not.
suddenly, there is a strong yearning to return to childhood.
when people were innocent and real.
when things were simple and what they appear to be
when i was innocent and just me.