And suddenly, as if waking from a child's dream, I am thrown into reality, not awoken softly by my mother's warmth but startled and bewildered to find her not there. I exit the hazy surrealness of midnight rendezvous, and the disillusionment snakes its way around my heart. As if struggling to find my breath or finding myself alone, I am starkly confronted yet again with my naiveté. I am transformed into that little girl who trusted so easily, and now, it is not just disappointment but also shame that, like a vapor, evades every corner of my being. To have believed in a dream and my own competence, I am still that foolish little girl who never learned. Perhaps, the worst part of gullibility is the knowledge that the fool and the fooled will always be you.
i don’t even wanna think i just wanna dream to gaze upon distant worlds read old conversations and smile as i try to contain my laughter to do nothing but imagine the worlds i could create on a piece of paper i wanna smell every flower and be nice to every person i wanna drown myself in every song and sing along once my teacher lets me i wanna see all the colors of the world and hold them close like a little blanket i wanna fall asleep with a pen in my hand to paint my nails and stain my palms i wanna dig my hands into a box of something just to see how it feels
lovely little fantasy world perhaps if i commit myself to you long enough you’ll be come real
Running around with a childish smile discovering the surroundings A little girl and her innocence are those which many find incredibly delighting After years and years of uncontrollable curiosity her innocence is distant as it seems to fade away uncaptured by the very glance of her pure eyes
I'm 25 and my shirt glows in the dark. A skeleton rock on symbol lights up as the world darkens around me. That's always been me though, never growing up fully, and I would never apologize for that result.
Responsibilities ****. Showing up every day only to do it all again tomorrow can get pretty **** tedious and is constantly boring. But when we find the little things that bring light to the darkness, who are we to turn them away. Of course we can't always have the light because we wouldn't appreciate it nearly as much. Sure, we will have those things that take up space, the things that we have to do in order to live, but that is not our definition. Our dreams perpetually change - we have no definition. Our best bet in this world is to find those things that bring light and hold on to them.
So wear that glow in the dark t-shirt, wear those dinosaur footy pajamas, jump in puddles, watch cartoons, eat sweet cereals, draw horribly, sing innocently, get excited about the little things. Because life isn't one whole big thing - it's made up of millions of smaller pieces - collect the good ones.