cardboard boxes and fairy tales...

if we could build a dream house out of cardboard boxes, wouldn't we all be raiding the trash behind every establishment out there? we would build it up as high as we could. we would have additions built on, as many as we could. we would have everything to our specifications. our dreams and imaginations would be our guide.

if we could all have our fairy tale, we would write the most elaborate stories. of romance and adventure. of love and laughter. of life and times well spent. we would write of a path to a place in the clouds. where dreams have become reality. we would have the "happily ever after."

the problem with cardboard houses and fairy tales is...
they both can fall apart so easily.

the right storm comes, lightening strikes, and there is no trace of what once was.

i used to like the rain.