No one will come to rescue, we have to god ourselves. But no matter what the reality screams at us we still believe in the fairy tales and poems woven by writers and poets with broken hearts, hopeful souls and drenched minds. These tales and poems are just threads of imagination wanted to be turned into reality someday.
We still believe and crave for some miracle to happen to wash away our fear, sorrow and pain. But when the tales of hope and poems of love are just a synonym of illusion for us to survive, reality bites that no one will come from the far far away magic land to phoenix us. The cradle of imagination beating our senses to last breathe that we will be saved. And all we do is nothing. Wait. Someone from far away land will come and save.
But we will be nowhere till we realize that “someone” from the LA LA Land is no one else but “I”. Stories describes heroes and legends who uptop the mountains, clash with seas, chain the monsters and love the weak. What we don’t understand is that these writers and poets want us to find the La LA Land here, and the hero within.
We will be rescued when we realize that no one will come from the La La land. We have to rescue us. We have to god ourselves. We have to be the hero of our story, the calm of our poem, and the wishes we crave from the god.
Believe me, no one will come but ourselves to rescue. No one will come from the LA LA LAND