Daydreaming of you
Just you
Only you
Everything about you
That I know of
and of all the things
That I want to do /see with you
Everything about you
Only you
Just you
To keep Daydreaming of you

Daydreaming of you
I can’t seem to help it
Even though I know
It’s more of the idea
To daydream of you

Daydreaming of you
About you
Being with me
and of all the things
That I want to do /see with you
About you
Being with me
Daydreaming of you


Daydreaming of you
It’s more of an idea
Even though I know that
I can’t seem to help it
Daydreaming of you.

Daydreaming of you
Just you
Only you
Everything about you
Wishing you to be here
With me
By my side
Next to me
Doing what you love to do
Next to me
By my side
With me
Wishing you were here
Everything about you
Only you
Just you
To keep daydreaming of you.

Daydreaming of you
I know that I need to move on
And just stop
Thinking about you
Of you
Just you
And just stop
I know that I need to move on
From daydreaming of you

Just for now
This daydream
Makes me feel happy and hopeful
Alive and excited
To just forget
Everything else
And to only
Daydream of you
Just you
Only you
Just you
Daydreaming of you
And to only
Everything else
To just forget
Makes me feel happy and hopeful
Alive and excited
This daydream
Just for now


© By HF-Whisper
18/6/2021-6:06PM-15-43PM

related to childhood emotional abuse or neglect...
not to be confused with derealization or 'fantasy prone personality'

maladaptive daydreaming is seeing your face when I fall asleep at night
or hearing your voice in a children's store

"Come look! Look at these shoes!", and seeing you scramble at a pair of sandals

Big brown eyes begging me to buy them as "an early birthday present, just this once."

Maladaptive daydreaming
is blinking and not even having time to register the fact that you'd disappeared

and I was standing alone in the children's shoe aisle,
on my knees holding a pair of sandals
and feeling that same twist in my gut that I did on the day

the papers were signed and my passport was stamped,
to get on a plane to another country

without so much as waving goodbye

Maladaptive daydreaming is crying through anti-abortion rhetoric
and sympathising with teenage mothers

it's seeing you smile behind a nikon camera, calling
"Look at this pretty picture I took! See, see?"

and then realising that I was only smiling at a fallen camera in the sand

Maladaptive daydreaming
is regretting a choice I didn't make

it's steeling my jaw at immature jokes
and relating to all those children raising children

Maladaptive daydreaming
is regretting giving up a daughter
I never had

A victim of daydreaming

May 2, 2015 at 1:02pm

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

A speech once worked

The crowd into a frenzy

A leader once won a peoples favor

While appealing to their emotions

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

I live in a world full of emotional speech and demagogy

Sometimes I walk in circles while doubting

The world of anarchy around me

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

As an adult one learns to cope

When feelings have aroused as secrets

I am the victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

Anarchy dwells around me

In a slow motion state of rhythm

I'm a victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

As I fade away into the rhythm of life

I'm a victim of daydreaming

And from actions and words

To never understand what they're about

You laid yourself a path
Of the best-laid plans
Of a future set in stone
But she interferes
When she sheds her tears
And she spends all her time
Daydreaming
If she could she would
Run your train right off the tracks
You’d be forced to shed your skin
Never looking back
She worships the moon
With a ***** silver spoon
It won’t answer her prayers
So with her flowing blonde hair
She spends her time
Daydreaming
But now she builds her shrine to you
She does all that she can do
Are you prepared to take her on
And spend your days in the sun
Daydreaming

you got me daydreaming
staring at the ceiling
searching for a meaning
daydreaming
waiting for the stars
and wishing on the sun

The sunny time's no old news
She is doing the walking in her
instant replay just pray for her
The Instant "Karma Shoes"

Any or too many Travelers' Advice
       ---    ....   _   _gone.. down
You set your own sunset like a price

A lovely lady bringing out
Her sunset went lower down her
body waves
What's inside us that craves?
It's time for you to figure out
her clues

Like he's the detective

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Being selective pickier
The colors of the sunset change tricky
Burning heart love can be massive
What lines ahead of both of them
The crimes build like a guild

To run or to paint a lovely stay put
Eyes move the sunset
Like a crystal rock shield
Medieval love don't move
Changes the sun yellow yield
The women so beautiful
as they are to hold
  The King-set the chair or cheer
drinking
International  lip to lip he gets
The waitress jumps in an instant
Him or the hugs of bears or  beers

In her honor the Tapestry
What an artistry pink reds
burnt orange
The Venus of Dynasty

Instant Karma thinks he's
the Genious that prodigy
It will get you in your
boxers inside
Like a top student of biology
Like she's the
instant pudding smooth
To mix movie buff
The network like a NetFlix
She had another brainstorm
That's another flavor
puddling to fix
What are you waiting for?
What a gentleman opening
up her door
The Business workers, metals of hearts
Like steel robotic digging for metal heart
the undertakers tearing words apart
The true pledge leaders and
pitter scatter
heartbreakers
Was better watching the
Dog breeders your watch
Something changed at midnight
Cinderella without her clock

Who are the dreamers waiting for there love the sunset
It hot you don't get it yet? You need to cool off

The chocolate to die for the vanilla we cry for
In an instant, he opens her most dangerous door
Watch your heels clicking time bomb floor

You decide the bet never the ring box set
Lord of the rings we are never ready
at the same time near the sunset

The Dragon Lady like a picnic of flies
Vanilla sky

Dinner at eight Jean Harlow
How did she get into the picture
Don't ask why?

Just mellow transcend the prime
picture yellow
Like wings, you smile the butterfly
Your steps will get you just realize

In his Gucci shoes in the sandals
That sunflower hits her every hour
The instant smile resort
Be a sport, the sunset goes down
Can we change someone's heart
Another bone to throw dog watchers
X-Box you're moving to watch your
weight watchers
Your sunset all blood sweat and
tears beard trimming

The Dalmatian keeps taking your spots

How many times to be outfoxed
That sunset will be my last lick shot
Another heart to repair
Have dignity it's hard to work miracles
Don't fall for Autumn
when its the summertime

Her pink blush you heard it through
the grapevine wine
I heard her through the grapevine
How many times did she want him to be mine?

Sweet Caroline loves her lemonade
Flowers at her stand how lovely
Adds character like a big fun parade
They are  growing how her brain works
losing hope
The trees wake you up the color's alive

She's blooming innocent
until we meet again my sunset after 5
  The first time so instantly I saw her face
Those instant messages you need to feel
to regain consciousness your
skin of a  baby seal

She's the cloud passing her
whip cream delicious
But you have been whiplashed
Love should be clean something
cruel leads to mean

Seeing the change to have perished
The sunset disappears when my love
grows deeper it moves to vanish

But someone plays with your head
like a game *Instant Karma
No time for daydreaming
Like a bundle of cute Pomskies
Part huskies and Pomeranians
The sunset is coming
In the strangest place
You've been backhanded
the card game kingdom

Like a demonic joke
Or going broke life is a
comic book Fandom
I phone ring every day
in June

But your not ready its way too soon
Another instant Karma I Tunes
Miss Apple Jubilee so materialistic
you had me
The tapestry box
Poems of letters paradox
Who is truly the go-getter
Someone is springing like a
change of season
The four seasons love liaisons
For the right reasons
Like a new renovation
Internationally speaking
the whole entire
Sunset lips look divine waiting wet
Please don't dampen her spirit
To Remember September to relive it

The Morning glory Sapphire

Her energy got riveting so cheek razzled
Like the magician lost his love facts
Instant Zazzle Red Riding hood
Looking down going to Grandmas house
But down and out like the sunset of the Gods
How the sunset keeps coming love is more puzzling?*

This is a small figment of your imagination
A small town is divided like division
But the huge love
Came with the Divination
Ruled by the bark and paws mission
Something got caught
Bone to pick near her sunset
They left the love was too much
The camera wasn't set up

The love Men they ran with the box set
of boxers and ruff with
mans best friend their boxer bark
Their home is their bark

Daydreaming, dreaming while one is still awake
The minds way of fantasying  
Wishing about another life or being just happy for once
Where reality end and something different begins
They keep people alive in a place where they can’t live
A place where no one else knows
Trying to figure out if I should stay or go
Away from all the worrying and regret
A place where I know no one else will understand

I spent my days staring at her
Contemplating her beauty
Missing lessons left and right
Failing quizzes and the like

I used my spare time thinking about her
Us having picnics on hills
Staring lovingly into her eyes
Her face radiating in the sunlight

I imagined our waking hours
In our house by the beach
Opening our eyes so sluggishly
Exchanging smiles, her and me

I stopped daydreaming and thought
Of the dark reality
I imagined all the way
And let her slip away

As I Just close my door to my world
I Open the door to THE world.
SOOooooooo I Breathe in (breath in)

Take it all in

Airs somewhat cloggier than my space
At least im free from all that *** taste
And here, the Journey, begins.
Door to door about 58 minutes
Not including stops at the shops
And the inevitable wait at the bus stop
The electronic boards are always bad with timing  
Transport For London? Pssssh more like Thanks For Lying

*******.

About this time I ruffle and shuffle
Untangle my earphones and cause quite a kerfuffle
Unwinding the sound lines
Looping them in and out of their binds
Pulling and squeezing
Making sure the copper coil isn't easing
Cos they can give you a sharp *****!
For some reason that always happens on my fingertips,
And then they itch.

Oh the mechanics of me
Brought to thought
About my whole existence
As soon as something malleable
Penetrates my shell.
I'd look at the spot of blood and be rather..........disappointed
Why couldn't it be green? or maybe purp...blue?
At least then my suspicions would be true
That I'm not of this World Planet or Region
Coming from entities who celebrate happiness every season
Wandering around pretending to look like us
Just for kicks never indulging in any of the fuss
Just managing to jump out when things get hard
And back in when its all tickles and laughs
And out when its heartbreak or death
And then back in When Arsenal win the league! **** YES!!!

Yes...yes...That would make me feel blessed
Just to know I'm not like all the others
Who were all born from Mothers
Not that id wanna be born by a Brother
Cos that would be...odd.
I feel like I'm just waiting for my powers to be bestowed upon me
Dropped from the skies in a sacred ceremony
Surrounded by flying Lions
And jumping Elephants
Moonwalking Dogs
And Motorbike riding Frogs
Animals that I can't even imagine
That to my mind don't even exist
I'm greeted with cheers and smiles
And theres crowds going absolutely wild!!!
They all know the life I've lived
And happy that I've got to this bit
Where everything falls into place
Cos now I  control the ins and outs to my desired taste
Mmmmmmmmmmm
And it tastes so devine
Like souls entwined
Embodied in one another filling each and every space
Can you imagine how that would taste?
It would taste...tasty

All these thoughts from looking at this crimson blot on my finger
These are the things that make my mind linger
Dreams of being an ethereal being
As I look up and all that my eyes are seeing
Is the bus that i missed because I was daydreaming.

It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.

You once said I read too much Le Carré
or maybe Guevara, which could be true
but I’m really just a hillbilly at heart
with dreams of going to Chile with you
on a fast boat running guns, but no más
because you, you can dream forever
without ever remembering who I was
lying in your bed somewhere in Argentina
reading Borges, wearing that black beret
you brought with you from Bolivia, sweet
Olivia, daydreaming of nights with Che.

voice over: narrator*

Pemberitahuan terakhir disuarakan, keberangkatan pesawat tujuan Frankfurt Airport akan lepas landas tak lama lagi lagi, orang-orang bersiap masuk kabin. Ada satu hal yang terlintas di pikiran Atlas; ia tahu Venus tidak akan datang. Tidak dalam hitungan waktu tiga puluh menit, sepuluh menit, apalagi lima menit. Percuma saja menunggu, Venus benar-benar tidak datang. Perpisahan mereka sudah berlangsung semalam, pertemuan terakhir yang berhasil membuat Atlas berkali-kali memutar ulang seluruh adegan, mendengar suara gelak tawa mantan pacarnya dalam benak khayal, membayangkan senyuman Venus yang ia lukiskan untuknya terakhir kali. Pertemuan terakhir mereka kemarin bahkan tidak terasa seperti perpisahan, namun tetap bagi Atlas terasa begitu janggal. Mungkin karena terlalu tiba-tiba dan cepat, pertemuan terakhir yang merupakan perpisahan, pertemuan terakhir paling bahagia dan paling sedih, yang juga menyudahi hubungan singkat mereka.

Sejenak Atlas merasa sendu. Dalam lubuk hatinya masih sesekali berharap Venus meneleponnya, mengatakan bahwa ia akan datang mengucapkan selamat tinggal. Namun, nyatanya ucapan selamat tinggal Venus hanya berupa memori-memori tentangnya; seratus hal yang tertanam sejati di dalam hati Atlas mengenai segala hal tentang kejanggalan perempuan itu, gelak tawanya, senyumanya, aroma tubuhnya, kerlingan matanya, rambut hitam tebalnya, wajah pemikirnya, serta sosoknya yang seringkali membuat dirinya bertanya-tanya; kisah apa saja yang tidak diketahuinya, yang pernah terjadi dalam sejarah hidupnya sehingga membentuk pribadi sepertinya yang begitu terlihat bagai keajaiban seni paling nyata di mata Atlas? Baginya, Venus adalah sebuah takdir dan keajaiban menjadi satu.

Dan, ia tidak akan pernah ada niat untuk melupakannya.

Before I begin, allow me to explain,
I too loved.. once,
so think of me not as some cynic-
nor as a master in the ways of love-
but rather as a keen observer-
now, that may mean I have nothing to offer you-
no insider knowledge-
no secrets of love-

But I do  know how to tell a true love story -

Interested?
Fantastic-
So let’s begin,

True love, if there is such a thing at all,
is like the thread that makes the cloth
you can’t tease it out-
you can’t extract meaning-
without ending up deeper in the web-
and it always remains-
hidden under layers -

In the end, that’s all you can really say about any
True love story-
They don’t generalize-
They don’t analyze-
They arent found-
They just… happen.

and that’s what makes them “true.”

But what is this coveted “love” -
the emotion?-
the act?-
the mentality?-

Love, is a constant state of illusionment-

A collective agreement amongst humans-
that it, whatever it may be,  can be treated as an excuse
for recklessness, irrationality, and misplaced strife-  

A quid pro quo  between two individuals-
to agree that they are doing something-
anything-
other than mindlessly drudging through life-

Now that is not to say that what love creates is pointless-
I said before, I have felt the embrace of love
Love festers between individuals for so long
it has no option-
but to mould the physical to itself-
and alter our personalities-

Characterized by spontaneity-
by indulgence-
by risk-
to love is the most dangerous experience in existence-
the act of being fully vulnerable with another-
while promising not to hurt them the same-

Love is characterized by vulnerability-
and the constant fear of being hurt-

So you want to know how to write a true love story?
be honest-
dwell not on the “romantic” blindfolds that keep us irrationally seeking our partners-
dwell not on the on the memories of a love that blossomed-
reveal the core of love -

A true love story comes from gut instinct-
A true love story, comes from experience.
A true love story, if truly told, makes the stomach believe

So I said I loved once,
allow me to elaborate-

I too have felt the “butterfly stomach”
- where the insides of the lovestruck turn on their host and manifests the emotional significance of meeting “the one”

I too have spent the day daydreaming...
-Lost in the thought of “the one”, seeking brief breaks from reality in my mind between moments of  utter normalcy

I too have melted into a puddle of emotion….
-lying next to “the one” as we slowly spill more and more of the secrets that bound us as individuals, joining a spirit much larger than ourselves-

I too have felt... invincible-
-to know that I’ve found something more significant than myself. Something that replaces the fear of the future.. and makes it something to look forward to.

Yes, I too have fallen in love.
and I did just that-
I fell.





..And that is my true love story-

Another day spent dreaming of you,
Another night spent awake.

That beautiful mind - what is she thinking?
Is she thinking about you?
Maybe it was about her summer?
Maybe she hasn't thought things through?
Her mind could be racing...
Trying to finish her last thought
Or maybe her brain ain't been the same
Since her hearts been lost.
Does she wonders about her future?
Maybe reminisce about what's happened in her past...
Thinking about loving me - but can she more so than her last?
Her figment thought have her mind dancing in the moonlight - while she rises so high her feet can't touch the ground
She's daydreaming about...nothing - nothing
Just sleeping on a cloud.
Simplicity fuels her membrane
All while sleeping on a cloud.
Said she's never coming down
The earth is too vague - the city is way too loud
Yeah
My Darling daydream...
But what's she thinking now?...

As I move closer - whisper sweat nothings in her ear.
Maybe she's thinking clear, this man I both adore and fear...
One moment it's summer nights - next the cold winter snow
What is she thinking?
Guess I'll never really know
Stares at me with her smile...
But the clock never stops ticking
Is she thinking that she's fulfilled love?
Or does she wonder what's missing...
Girl, let me into your beautiful mind
Let me dive in and explore
Let me see all your thoughts, your desires and so much more.

And I wonder what's she thinking?
My darling keeping on daydreaming.
Imagine your heart filled with love
Your soul full of meaning.
Sleeping on her peaceful cloud.
As she continues, daydreaming.

Steamy hot lazy summer day,
Layin' around, not much to say.

No surprise and not by chance,
Is the thought of you in skintight pants.

Is it midday? It got real warm,
No, just a reaction to the upcoming storm.

Not here are you, but it matters little,
I will play my member, just like a fiddle.

My thoughts of you burning desire,
My manliness climbs higher and higher.

Sensual lips pressed up against mine,
Tasting better than a classic wine.

Your southern lips they burn like fire,
As I stroke them, soon we will sire.

I place my lips to the burning mound,
And kiss and tease, you fall to the ground.

I climb upon you and hear you say,
"Wait a minute, I have a better way."

You climb upon me and rock and ******,
Until my body turns to powdered dust.

We lay together and fall a sleep,
Secret is our *** I can keep.

The next thing I know I open my eyes,
And you are before me, to my surprise.

"Hi honey, how was your day?"
I grab you and tell you, "it went this way."

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I have spent much time
on daydreaming,
I forgot things
I should have written,
words I supposed to pen
in the blank space,
are now gone —
gone as the night sleeps.

Becoming unknown,
from those fantasies I built,
the heart speaks —
when lips unvoiced by guilt,
for those lovely words
were now forgotten by time,
forgotten by my mind,
forgotten by the night.

I want to lie on sheets of vapor-
to fall asleep on a bed of clouds;
and when my dream-like wings are gone, dear,
I want you,
all to myself.