I long to have a power of sorts that sets me apart from the rest of the world. Whether it be wand or broomstick, or a peculiar scar on my forehead, it makes no matter to me. I want there to be something about myself that just shines through and makes me special.
I've still got that little kid inside of me. I have never really outgrown it, I've just learned to silence and constrain it. But I still long to fly high over the clouds. I still want to be able to run like the wind, undetected. I still want to believe in the unthinkable and unachievable. I still look for miracles, no matter how small. I can still remember the days when I would swim in the ocean and pretend to be a mermaid. I'm not ashamed of any of these things... it's just that most times, I have no one to share these thoughts with.
Mostly I dream about love and romance. I love thinking about walking along in no place in particular, catching someone's eyes, and having that first look of "oh my gosh! I'm totally and utterly in love!" Things like that seldom happen, but I love the idea that somewhere, it does happen... but most of all, that it could happen to me!
And what is my point to all of this? I guess it's more of a confession to the world that I am a dreamer, and "non-sense" occupies my thoughts majority of the time. What fun would life be without it? Now that would be non-sense!
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