Ive always been slightly in love with peter pan,
it makes me feel so strange
how peter was so completly besotted and in love with wendy that he couldnt even see it.
and how he really did grow up, but he told himself he hadnt so that h could continue playing and pretending and laughing.
and you knew hed grown up when it said:
“There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.”
Peter loved Wendy even if he pretended he didnt :(
it makes me feel so sick though, i dont quiet understand it myself.
I think its because in reality i want someone to fall for me how Peter did for Wendy, and i want to find something magical like that.
And you know wendy never, ever would have forgotten Peter,
"Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came.
"Perhaps he is ill," Michael said.
"You know he is never ill."
Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying."
Its just a story Flik.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."
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