The pink ranger.

I remembered when I was young, I used to be scampering up and down like a daredevil in my pink ranger mask,seeking for evil ‘forces” and people to fight with, down my old grandma’s place at Faber drive. Back then , we were fearless, undaunted and we knew we had each other, and there was nothing in the world that we had to fret upon other than defeating “Lord Zedd” – our uncle. (haha.)
 

I’ve always favored the notion of make believe.

To me, it’s me forgetting the world, forgetting where and what we ever were, it’s reassurance, loving and hating people of the same calibre, starting over with no regrets, re-introducing everyone all over again, righting the wrongs,building sandcastles in the skies, fortresses with our minds, walls that seem impermeable to the ocean’s tired tide… And even when someone gets hurt, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.
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Let’s play make believe again,
As though,
I still belong.