Sometimes there are people in our lives.. who affect us. It can be in so many different ways. It might be the way they look at you. It might be something they said… or didn’t say. It might be the way they walk or laugh. It might be that they did something nice for you or you saw them do something nice for someone else.
They just affect you. You might not know why. You may have a feeling but not a reason. It can be difficult and confusing. It can be hazy and sweet like waking from a dream. And maybe it’s something you should just enjoy, and not ask questions of.
Even if you don’t even know their name.
I am a dreamer. I always have been, and I suppose I always will be.
As a child I was always off in some fantasy land, dreaming of what I would be when I grew up, or what my life was going to be like. I could be a super hero or a big time roller skater like Olivia Newton John in the movie Xanadu.
My day dreams still come to me, every single day. Little movie clips where I see alternate visions of my world. They have changed slightly.. no longer am I a Super Hero or a Roller Skater who can sing, but now they are more grown up and more realistic.
Or are they??
Sometimes I wonder if it’s a bad thing, this day dreaming habit of mine. But then I realize that in life, there are very few things that you can truly call your own. My day dreams belong to me, and only I know what they contain. They are my little secret.