What a beautiful world we live in although cursed to live such fast lives most don't get to experience such beauty.
I often fall into a simple dream of past time, before technology, where wielding a sword and a bow was life. Wondering the land in search of purpose enjoying nature for what it is. But of coarse this simple daydream begins to take on a life of its own, creating a elaborate storyline destined to play to the end. Filled with violent wars against evil, magic, heartache and love. As I remain in control of the out come I lose control of the characters and the love I feel for them and I belive it's because of this that makes it so addicting to constantly escape to my imaginitive dream world. As I forget the day I don't forget my hero or his love that he'd defend to death, wielding sheer power of such a fantasy type creation.