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Flight Abroad

In dreaming, it’s children who escape to Neverland. But wherever do adults go, attempting flight abroad? Their parents gone, nothing left saying what occurrences not befall. The only thing missing is forever youth accompanied by psychopath, Peter Pan. He’s cocky and controlling, he captures lost children. He’s taking them away from adults and parents. “In Neverland,” he pronounces, “It’s better, it’s safer. No adults domineer.” But unsatisfied he becomes, and thusly he “thins them out.” The wording (of course) is open to interpretation, but either Pan performs the killing, or delivers the Lost Boys to Tiger Lily, the Mermaids, a fairy, or Captain Hook.

See, fairies are another dark cloaked in purity. They cannot be virtuous and evil in conjunction; a selection must occur, since only one is allowed. Tink, fueled by jealousy, had become bad herself. She endeavoured to murder the newly come mother; but stifling Tink’s plotting, an acorn (a kiss) prevented the arrow from piercing the bird’s heart. And despite the events that transpired, the children still believed. They continued to escape to Neverland in youthful minds and learned the mysteries of flying.

But wherever do adults go, attempting flight abroad? Nights haunted with restlessness of tragedies; they project them onto backs of closed eyelids. Do sleepless nights happen in Neverland? Or perhaps they’re erased for children with wandering minds of trouble? In therapy, there’s hypnotization for forgetting—Is stepping in other worlds like going under? Now adulthood has taken us, finding our parents, who Peter Pan despises most, departed. We’ve become old enough for hatred (in both directions it proceeds); death wished by Pan until his countenance goes angry and blueish.

Then, without spite (rather with selfishness of children), the occasion will approach when Peter Pan wishes to capture your children; by convincing them lurking in evil are parents and adults: ones saying “no,” never to allow fun for anyone. So secure the windows at nighttime, keep candles, and convey to children that knowledge of flying in Neverland means breaking free may never come; because in imagination, a danger of consumption is lurking.

And while children are lurking, the adults fight battles with haunting nights, and forget how flight abroad is attained. They wonder if Neverland has resemblance of hallucination, if everything might become more understood when journeyed on mental lam, partaking quests of vision. Or perchance a hallucination what happened to the Lost Boys: they never dreamt so concurrently, they simply found peyote in unison.

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