simple dreams
i have always been a dreamer...
i remember being a little girl, and climbing a tree, or hiding in a bush, and there i would sit, i would just sit and dream. hidden from the world between blankets of lush green, it was easier to dream. i would sit for minutes, hours, days, months, and years. dreaming possible ends to every possibility in life. where would i go, who would i meet, what would i do, who would i do it with, who would touch me, who would i touch, when would the dreams become real. i would dream not just for me, but for the people i loved. the dreaming would interrupt my days, school was a near impossibility, the television was never as interesting as the life i could imagine. "you will always be disapointed if you continue to dream liek this" "get your heads out of the clouds" "you will never be as big as you can dream"... the spat out words could not make me stop dream. i have been a writer, an artist, an actress, a singer. a mother, a teacher, a wife, a friend. an enemy, a thief. i have lived in castles and on beaches, i have visited egypt, florence, and tibet. i have been rich and lived lavishly, i have been poor and barely alive. i have been in love, and i have known sorrow even the deepest kind, i have known joy, and pain, and indecision. i have felt assurance, despair, and completion. i have helped thousands, i have hurt hundreds, i have led others into the gates of heaven. i have grown, i have blossomed, i have learned, i have lived. these things have happencd countless times in my dreams, and most of those dreams have come true. other dreams i pray never do become real. i have never stopped dreaming, i have never given it up, and i doubt i ever will. i don't have to hide in a tree or lay in a bush any more to dream, although i would like the chance again. i dream, i dream big while sitting on my couch or at my desk at work, while driving in my car, and running down the street. i continue to dream, i dream new dreams as other dreams become truth. it is an escape, it is a passion, it is what keeps me sane, what keeps me real. and some day soon, i will climb that tree again. i will just sit and dream. hidden form the world between blankets of lush green. and i will dream like only a little girl can dream. because this girl, will never stop dreaming...
i have always been a dreamer...
i remember being a little girl, and climbing a tree, or hiding in a bush, and there i would sit, i would just sit and dream. hidden from the world between blankets of lush green, it was easier to dream. i would sit for minutes, hours, days, months, and years. dreaming possible ends to every possibility in life. where would i go, who would i meet, what would i do, who would i do it with, who would touch me, who would i touch, when would the dreams become real. i would dream not just for me, but for the people i loved. the dreaming would interrupt my days, school was a near impossibility, the television was never as interesting as the life i could imagine. "you will always be disapointed if you continue to dream liek this" "get your heads out of the clouds" "you will never be as big as you can dream"... the spat out words could not make me stop dream. i have been a writer, an artist, an actress, a singer. a mother, a teacher, a wife, a friend. an enemy, a thief. i have lived in castles and on beaches, i have visited egypt, florence, and tibet. i have been rich and lived lavishly, i have been poor and barely alive. i have been in love, and i have known sorrow even the deepest kind, i have known joy, and pain, and indecision. i have felt assurance, despair, and completion. i have helped thousands, i have hurt hundreds, i have led others into the gates of heaven. i have grown, i have blossomed, i have learned, i have lived. these things have happencd countless times in my dreams, and most of those dreams have come true. other dreams i pray never do become real. i have never stopped dreaming, i have never given it up, and i doubt i ever will. i don't have to hide in a tree or lay in a bush any more to dream, although i would like the chance again. i dream, i dream big while sitting on my couch or at my desk at work, while driving in my car, and running down the street. i continue to dream, i dream new dreams as other dreams become truth. it is an escape, it is a passion, it is what keeps me sane, what keeps me real. and some day soon, i will climb that tree again. i will just sit and dream. hidden form the world between blankets of lush green. and i will dream like only a little girl can dream. because this girl, will never stop dreaming...
i have always been a dreamer...
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