Dear Fairy Godmother,
I write to you to thank you for all the fairy tale endings you have given us, but we need to talk about what you have done for me lately....
I live in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for you to find. I have forgotten the taste and smell of the world that I left behind. I know its all about the exposure of "the lens". The angles were all wrong though. I find myself ripping wings off of butterflies now; can you figure this out? Keep smiling? You told me "keep your feet on the ground when your head's in the clouds". Well, go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole to bury the castle I have been living in.
So anyways, one day he found me crying coiled up on the dirty ground. My prince finally came to save me and the rest you can figure out. But it was a trick and the clock struck 12. "Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick or the wolves are gonna blow it down" you said... Really?
You built up a world of magic for me because my real life is tragic. If it's not real and you can't hold it in your hand you can't feel it with your heart and I won't believe it. But if it's true you can see it with your eyes or even in the dark, k? Just so we are clear.........
All my love Bitch,
Cinderella
