When I was young i used to sit in an apple tree in the front of our house. at five i had it all planned, a list of what i was not going to do; smoke, chew gum, swear-and wear makeup ( i think i must have seen badly applied makeup?). I was a swimmer i was either at the pool or riding my bike collecting caterpillars and liberating young frogs from the glass jars that boys in my neighborhood would carry around... and i was fast i would out run anyone. but now many years later some of the don'ts have become occasional do's.
my dreams, they have disappeared some because with hard work have come true and some by chance have been realized...but lately it is dreaming new ones i am having trouble with, have i become jaded as an adult, my dreams are there but they are safe. it is the ones that have me lost in thought, distracted from the everyday, the ones that made me feel like the main character of a goddard movie or like anna karinina...why have i lost the courage to dream those dreams...
i want to find them, that is my goal, my goal is to find my dreams...
