Sometimes Harry just wants to run away.
Sometimes Harry just wants to scream and let his frustration out.
Sometimes Harry just wants to close his eyes and cry.
Because he feels suffocating, because he feels the world’s burden on his young shoulders, because life seems to be a too tight shirt. He’d like to make those buttons which chain him explode, to evade.
Maybe just for a day, 24 hours. Just for a moment. Just to live a dream.
And when this suffocating feeling seems to have no intention to spare him, Harry let his mind wander and starts writing. Writing songs.

That odd evening too: he was sitting at his desk under the window, watching with nostalgic eyes the sun sinking in the icy ocean while words flowed out his pen like rainbows or rivers after the thaw: full, coloured and strong as his soul, as his imagination. They were words of dreams, which wrapped him up as a scarf around his neck and caressed him like spring winds on the skin. Soft and ingratiating, they dragged him to a fantastic world while Harry just closed his eyes and let them flow.

When he opened them again, Neverland shone brightly under his astonished gaze.
What??? Is this real or is this pretended? Am I really in Neverland?
Yes!
Look over there: that’s Captain Hook on his Jolly Roger who’s preparing his lackeys to hunt Peter Pan down for the umpteenth time. And in that bay down there must live mermaids – I can’t wait to meet them! They must be gorgeous! What’s about the Indians and the Lost Boys? They must be hidden in that tangled jungle hunting down each others. But Peter Pan?
<<Wendy? Are you back? Have you decided not to grow up anymore?>> In that exact moment Peter appeared flying with little shining Tinker Bell over Harry’s head, causing him to boggle. <<Ah. You’re just as curly as she is, but obviously you’re not Wendy. She’s a girl, you know, while you ... you ... only have girly hair. By the way, who are you, Mr. Curly?>> Harry. <<Harry who? Are you a pirate? I thought old Hook was smarter than this: it’s not that great move to send here an inexperienced pirate not even with a weapon. You couldn’t catch me in any way. You cannot even fly! Maybe you made him freak out and now he just wants me to get rid of you. Well, well, I’m not really interested in making him a favour and to be honest I find fools funny. So what should I do with you?>>
Harry had a good time trying to convince that wild boy that he wasn’t a pirate and that he didn’t even know Hook or how he arrived to Neverland. In the end, after at least two hours of discussions, Harry managed to persuade him of his word’s worth and even convinced Peter to reveal him how to fly.
<<What?? Every child in the world knows how to fly! Don’t tell me you have never read my book! Ok, I’ll tell you but just because you’re a funny fool. Fairy dust, that’s what you need. Would you like to try? Tink, would you like to help this stranger?>> Not at all, she refused. << She doesn’t like you. To be honest I think she doesn’t like anyone but me. Well, I suppose you have to walk then. Let’s have some adventures!>> And without a second glance Peter darted away flying over the top of the trees while poor Harry had to run as fast as he could on that uneven ground.
He tripped over roots, fell in puddles, was covered in mud, got his ankles scratched with briars, was chased by wild beasts and soon lost sight of Peter who almost immediately forgot about Harry, because distracted by the clouds’ softness and the sun’s brightness.
So Harry was alone and lost in an unknown and dangerous jungle but his troubles were just beginning: roaming blindly around he was sighted by a handful’s pirates who, mistaking him for Peter, tried to catch him with a net to bring him to Hook. He ran down to the beach and dived into the sea to get rid of them. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was grabbed by an arm by a lovely mermaid who tried to sweetly drown him. She was just as gorgeous as he expected but Harry had the feeling of not wanting to deepen their acquaintance and jumped out of the water like a rocket. And that’s when he ran into the Indians who mistook him for a Lost Boy and started chasing him with their bows and arrows held menacingly high. So Harry was forced to take refuge climbing the highest tree of the forest to prevent them to make him their lunch.
Now, alone and panting, he couldn’t believe to what happened to him.
Good God! What kind of place was that Neverland??? Where were the peace, freedom and fun that he expected??? Disney’s movie had described it as an idyllic realm! Liars!
This isn’t a dreamland: it is a nightmare!
And I’m dead sick of it!
With these thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes.

And then Harry was back in his room: by that time the ocean was tighten in an inextricable hug of darkness with the sky and the room was softly lighted up just by the moonlight. He looked down at his desk.
The song was finished.
It talked about a boy who flee from home not because he felt in a cage or he didn’t love his family but just to live amazing adventures in the footsteps of others. He travelled the whole world back and forth but he couldn’t find his own way in life.
That’s because he kept following others paces and not his own.
That's because he rejected who he was in favour of who others expected him to be.
That’s because he couldn’t understand that he had to be the main character of his own story.
Because as "a perfect girl isn't real and a real girl isn't perfect" also a perfect life isn’t real and a real life isn’t perfect.

Notes

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