Once upon a time, I used to dream of a land with different colors like that of candies and wished to live in a house made of cookies. I started a journey to find this land with eyes fixed on caramel-flavored road and heart warmed by hot choco. But as I travel along this bitter sweet chocolate bar road, I became too tired to continue on. So I stopped here and there to eat berries. I went on until I lost the will to go on and just gave up on finding that house made of cookies. I probably got tempted too much by the sweet scent of the vanilla ice cream, so I remained here. Thinking of that old dream of finding the house made of cookies, I start to wonder if when I continued on with that journey, would I be able to find it? But then, finding the house made of cookies is just a goal I set on myself to venture on. It doesn’t really mean that it does exist. If that would be the case, how am I to find something that does not exist in the first place.
As I’m sitting here now above a cheese cake, on and on, I kept wondering like that, staring at the cotton candy above, dreaming, in a far far away candy land.