My little dream
When I was a Kid
All I wanted to be was good
Good in studies good in behaviour
Goody good good
Emersed in solitary play
With my dolls and plushies
With my paint and Colours
Pencils and boards
Later the stiches and the needles
Pens and books
Bicycling around with a bunch of friends
Back to my fantasy life of imagination
Into the Anime classics and world of Harry Potter
Day dreaming to rescue the world.
Studying and doing a job
Understanding the life
Stumbling and taking up responsibility
Moving and gathering pieces and hoarding on to them for comfort.
Study hard to become what I always dreamt of, a scientist.
Reading became an endless habit to lose myself and absorb myself in endless letters and alpha Numeric.
Dreaming to fall hopelessly in love with the perfect person . With whom I want to spend every waking day.
Romance and endless dates.
Notes of affection and spontaneously.
Where the love comes naturally not like a compulsory chore.
Then to adopt a pet and Have a little garden where I can be myself
Sing and dance together to the whispers of the wind and twinkle of the stars
Oh I dream I dream....
Of a typical life.
But atypical me.
Therefore it just remained a dream.....
An unachievable dream................
Therefore I go through the stages of Grief evaluating each step.
Still thinking about that dream .
But living my reality.