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by SadLuckDame » April 10th, 2010, 8:54 am
I likes Emily as well.
I can't recall what it was I was dreaming,
I woke up satisfied though and wish I could know.
I'm in the midst of reading how I used to be, and then I think how I'm still the same girl, just more aware; enlightened for sure and more knowledgeable of the sorrow.
When I was a child I believed whole heartedly in Santa, then when hearing he was made-up, I decided that wasn't as thrilling nor magical and I made a choice not to care to entertain such facts for they only robbed me of the true goodies I was after. It was based on choice, and I had a choice as long as I could feed imagination to create my own reality.
I guess I wanted more than anything to leave an impression on him, he meant so much because he introduced a lot of the type of thing which induces pure laughter and smiles and feel good or not so feel good, but intact with such great emotion that I could still be in the very thing I was after. I wanted to give him a taste of my created world, and not disappoint him, and I've worry I did and I strive to fix that. He worthy of my attentions and I just a lady self-absorbed, full of fancies, ego and imagination.
But, if I could let him believe in rainbows again for the sake of it, for the pure delight...then in my mind I'd imagine him just as happy as I was holding onto the same imaginings.
Yes, I am still just the same girl.
Morning babble.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll