YOU’RE MY DAY DREAM
I COULD HAVE BEEN THE One you noticed
I could have been all over you
I could have been like all the others
It’s that what im supposed to do
This post isn’t solely about THOSE dudes that I fancy. Or on the things that I hope I had but sadly I don’t. it’s a combination of both.
I day dream a lot. Its kind of my pass time, like a forced habit
that I have to continue doing to somehow call THIS a life. They make me sleep when my insomnia decides to kick in. Or when I see an empty space that needs to be filled with anything invisible to others but bold in my light brown eyes.
I daydream about meeting my father who would offer me a more luxurious life.
I daydream about a celebrity who would find me and chooses me over his career.
I daydream about a musician who would compose a song for me because words are just not enough to verbalize his affection.
I daydream about falling in love with a half brother and we’d separate with broken hearts.
I daydream about living in a room filled with millions of book that I am tasked to read in one lifetime.
I daydream about publishing a novel that would let the reader see the world through my writings.
I daydream about being a witch to let earth, water air and fire bring my desires.
I daydream about driving to see the New York sky line.
I daydream about directing a movie that a viewer wouldn’t get tired of watching.
I daydream about surfing waves in Manly beach ( w/o sharks pls).
I daydream about entering a different world as an adventurer or a sorcerer or an oracle.
I daydream of meeting my twin so that we could exchange life just for pure amusement.
I daydream about wearing a spooky costume to scare people.
I daydream about becoming one of those kids who seem to behave like they’re too cool for school.
The thing about daydreaming is that everything is within your control, nothing could go wrong and all works on your favor. Sometimes I even consider me-self as a lunatic when I begin to thrive in THAT World rather than this. Finding that someone else who does same thing as I do saved me from that assumption.
WHAT DO you daydream about?...
