are we falling or flying.

as the bubble bursts

Saturday, January 13, 2007

everybody has dreams. i know i do. and u most probably do too. they might b outrageous, realistic or just plain whacky. oh. i'm not talkin bout those nonsensical dreams u get in the middle of the night. but plans. those fairytale dreams worthy of any Disney Classic. these dreams bring with them an immense amount of hope. an overwhelming amount if i may. and it's queer that there's a high possibility u have the exact same dreams as the person sitting next to you. even if it's a chocolate buffet! however. like most good things, it comes with a price. with the hope it brings, it brings heartache, disappointments and grief. but no matter what anyone says, that immense hope which makes you feel like u could b anything you want to be for that precious 60 seconds makes up for that 60 minutes of grief.

every parent passes on their dreams to their kids. hoping that their kids will carry their dreams and soar to greater heights than they could ever dream of. as kids we all had dreams. of becoming that first astronaut, the doctor with a heart, a superhero or even that princess on that tower whose prince comes to save. innocent dreams. with no boundaries. no reasoning. and nobody to rain on our parade. there are days where i would give up everything i have to regain that innocence lost. to not know that the big bad world is ready to pounce on me and eat me up if only i showed a moment of pure weakness. remember when u trusted everyone you met? when u never questioned anyone who wanted to b your friend? when racism was just a big word the adults used? when your biggest worry was what sweets were ur mum gonna reward you with for being such a good girl? when you could just b yourself and deep down know that everyone was gonna accept you for who u are and not judge every inch of your body?

I remember.

Track of the entry:
Norah Jones - Thinking of you

remembering,

BecKy