The worst lies are the lies we tell to ourselves…
And we believe
Patches: Chapter 2 - Come one, Come all!
Come one, come all, come see the greatest show on earth!
But perchance, maybe, I am wrong. Perhaps there are some people who are good enough to best those imaginary ones. You just have to look for them.
At the open front door, a tall ginger cat doll with a wide smile stitched from ear to ear grinned at an infuriated Mrs. Hayward. The dapper feline wore a silver buttoned wine red ringmaster coat with loose white feathers around the neck and long, red trousers with tuffs of the same snow-colored downs at the bottom. Brimming out of his coat and as many pockets as he could carry them were olive green flyers with a mauve elephant jester holding a big sign with circus-styled lettering that was too far away for Gilbert to yet read. The papers flogged out of his coat and onto the wet veranda as he spinelessly moved as he spoke.
“Oh, but madam, but you must reconsider bringing your lovely orphans to th
Patches: Chapter 1 - Dream of a better world
Event after event,
it only leads to more
Dream of a better world and dream a better reality
Sometimes I wonder if those imaginary friends I had all those years ago are better than the real ones I have now, he thinks, and somehow, I believe I’m right.
In a world so bland, some wish to find a world much better than their own. If there was a way to find one, there is no doubt one would do so. They would be positively lying if they told others there was no way they would. If one was given the chance to live such a better world, a fantastic world with much better things, – a place for those who feel they don’t belong in such a boring world could be themselves, free from the confines of their old life – then there should be no disbelief