A sense of belonging,albeit false,can be so warm and special,touching just the right sorely neglected chords of the heart.It is easy to forget the truth,to get lost,to take refuge in this realm.But for how long…
The past few hours are well worth treasuring.A memory to go to sleep with.One which will help conjure my patronuses.
But this memory can,as I am beginning to realize already,can very well be a double-edged blade,a wily scimitar at the best of times.A constant reminder of what is not and what never can be.The truth has its way of asserting itself.There is only so much you can do before crashing back,hard into solid earth or before reality ruthlessly hunts you down.
A classic case of how you want to look at it,’glass-half-empty or glass-half-full.’
Nonsensicalrambling 