Is the moon really made of cheese?

It's funny what happens to people late at night. How one's body is somehow overcome with this zombie-like doppelganger. For some, they become unbearable and grumpy. For others they become childish and their voices change. This change was once referred to by my sleepover buddies, back in the day as "my little girl voice" "Do I have my little girl voice on?" A common question to determine how sleepy one was. Now some people don not have a little girl voice, but rather a deeper more Darth Vader voice as they get tired. Regardless of which voice persona you take one there other indications of a sleepy state. Some people enjoy telling stories that would not be shared at a normal hour of the day. Some fall into the trap of fidgeting or obsessing over the strangest things. Some cannot sleep right away so they find companionship in a digital box or a book or the social networks of the world. Now the best is when someone is so tired they simply drift right to sleep with a smile on their faces. It's like they have had the best day ever. VH1 notable and they don't want it to ever end. That is that state in which, I wish we could all fall asleep. This euphoric state that sleep is not just an annoying have to, but rather a joyous blessing. That at the end of each day we can take a while and slip into this state in which I will never understand, all to wake up and start again the next day. So dream on my little friends and once you fell yourself falling into a sleepy habit, don't fight it. Rather lay down at night with a smile. Fore who knows what tomorrow will bring.

It's a world of laughter, a world or tears it's a world of hopes, it's a world of fear there's so much that we share that it's time we're aware...

oh to be young and in love. I find the summer wind has come and gone again. The magic and fireworks light up the night sky by fairy dust over a magic castle is all but a memory. The thrill of pirates singing at sea or the untamed elevator that one should be cautions to enter. The singing birds and the friendly ghosts that sit beside you when you least expect it. The smiles and the laughter and tender moments between monster and man have been captured in a photo as if never to escape, like the unforgettable Dorian Gray. It is amazing to me how you too have become a picture. A distant memory, a star I once wished upon in the night's sky. You were my dream and my heart's desire. Now a poison apple, tempting yet uninviting. Some may say it's a small world after all, yet when I look around I see the vast span of space and time. I wonder to myself what happens when the lights go out and the gates are closed? Did we do all that was foretold? Did you live each moment as if it was happily ever after. Did you too find prince charming or a diamond in the rough. Or perhaps you need more in life, like a genie in a magic lamp. that too could be yours but only if you try. You can make something out of nothing and pull the sword from the stone. So today or tomorrow or maybe even never, think about this riddle. For the happiest place on earth could be with you, wherever you go, but only if you... Believe!