What if Quentin was in the mental hospital the whole time—or somebody very much like him and me —not normal, sometimes far from it, always struggling, looking for love and magic

 and so was Buffy, she couldn’t trust her mind, she saw vampires and imaginary friends in her dreams at night—

and Dean—- his mother died of some natural cause when he was young– leaving him neglected and alone—

and Wynona was somewhere dreaming of coming home-

She never quite got there.

 

 

 What if Emily was in fact sitting in her room—

 Just wishing someone (possibly named sue) would love her but they never did?

It could all be true— it’s a practical solution

But it’s not in our hearts.

That is power of love and that is the purpose of TV shows, poems and stories  

 

In a world without magic Stiles might have been an awkward and unseen child who went out into the are woods alone— imagining things—

And Walter bishop’s son would’ve died a long time ago, which would mean Walter never got out either, never got his cow, his milk shakes or his ginger ale.

 

If he pissed himself a little, he just never told anyone

Horrid I know

 

 But the point is it didn’t happen that way—not for you and me!

 No matter how bleak and mundanely dystopian things may seem -we live in a world that reaches far beyond all that.

 Sometimes, for me, doing things like going to college traveling the world or falling in love seem like good dreams now, miracles I must have dreamed up, instead of reality but

Just because something is made up… or different…or unfortunately over…doesn’t mean it isn’t real

Productive work is all well good but love and art? They show us what we could be.