Like asking a mosquito to cure malarea

Every so often you hear someone has lost someone dear to them, weather it was a cat, a long lost friend, a family member, the people are always really heartbroken and if you think of the coldest, most un-emotional person in that kind of situation, you wonder how they would react? would they say they weren't sad that they were alone in the world? would they change their opinion of faith? would they be outwardly open with their emotions?  And it makes you think about orphans, they have lost everything and sometimes when we lose everything we begin to realize what we have to lose so, ergo, if you have nothing you can't lose anything, so really our physical and emotional trinkets are restricting what we can and cannot do, for fear that we will lose them. It's almost a sense of purpose, thats why orphans have a bit more liberty. I had a dream the other night, In my dream I was little, about 4 ,and I was in a large, poorly lit, warehouse ,filled with those crates that you get at shipping yards, and at the end of oner of the rows I see my family, and they start to run from me, I try and chase after them but I was little so I couldn't run fast enough and I fell down several times, I got to the place where I saw them go, my hands bleeding, And tears fall down my face at the sight, it was just a wall, I was running around this warehouse, crying, and trying to find my family and it was at this point I woke up and I was actually crying and I still felt the paining lonelyness I felt in that dream, I felt alone In my own house, But I heard my Big Brother playing his game, then I felt better. I've always been Okay with dying but I never thought how other people would feel if I died I always thought it would be like not being able to see just years with your eyes closed like your trying to go sleep but you can never quite manage to get there. But if any of my friends or family died I'd feel just how I felt in that warehouse, really really horridly alone, I've always been the baby in everything I've never really been the "grownup". people deal with things that I can't even understand and my naive nature means that I probably never will, I bet I'm going to die taking some kind of banned substance because someone said It would turn me into a princess. But I suppose being Naive has it's perks, Happyness and Naive go hand in hand, If you're naive you never understand whats really happening, You can believe fantasy is real even when things around you aren't so pleasant, you think of the most unorthodox things and ponder everything

Just because the war is real doesn't mean the gypsy in the wood goes away. 

From Still an empty thimble