If you close your eyes and lucky enough, you will see a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness. then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape. and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must catch on fire.
but just before they catch on fire, just before they do. you will see it. you will see a pirate. and an indian. and the fairy. and the boy who refuse to grow up. a boy whom every moment that passes feels like a long time ago. and when you look at him long enough, you might see his hair becoming white. or you might notice that the youthful lights in his eye, is only just a light from the carousel.
and the light from the carousel is only just a light, hanging in the darkness somewhere. in a story. a story about a place you believe in, a long time ago. when you were young, and happy, and heartless.
J. M Barrie
