Have you ever wanted the voice of an angel? The voice of Cinderella as she sings to herself while she washes floors. Dreaming deeply in her own world, trying to making her own happiness. I think that's me at points in life trying to clean the floors of my own life. Singing sweet songs to myself as I try to make the best of each day.
Laughable, to think that if I told anyone that I truly wished to sing sweetly to myself in times of worry. I remember I told a "friend," I wanted to learn too sing for my future child.
*Matter of factually voice* "Well, if its your child then they'll love your voice no matter what" ~ Girl who always has to be right.
*Sigh*
Yes, I know my child wouldn't mind me if I sounded like two car horns but I want to know as I sing to them that its..... Never mind. Either way, I know that this is something I am willing to do for my little one.
Side note: Guys who call their son "Honey" is very sweet to me. It shows that gender rules don't hold you back to express a "gender typical," name for your son. But men who usually have sons are married so in a respectable way, I say, you are sweet.
"So this is love," is a perfect song to sing your baby just as they fall a sleep in their cradle. UGH! This is what happens when I stay up to late and listen to songs that pull at my heart strings. My walls fall down and I breath out my day dreams of the day.
Today, I imagine myself dancing in the middle of a field. I did it for a little while as I listened to a song that really poured over my soul. It felt freeing because you feel; tired of dreams just being dreams and I don't mean buying a house. Or getting a "fancy" car which to me is just a faster death machine on wheels.
Dreams that tickle your lips into a smile like a quite moment between to firer flies. Or that moment you eat the best desert you ever had in your life. Ice cream was mine but Cookies n' cream was the flavor.
I think I am actually tired... I spent the day doing important "life" stuff. I came home feeling my confidence bar growing and the love for my mother grow even bigger. She speaks to me as if I were a queen but doesn't know I just want to be a princess.
Yet, we all have to grow up even if you want to run away from your responsibilities. Truly I am a runner, all my life we moved so I never had long time friends or memories. So as I got older, I always ran from friends, hid myself, and avoided anything that would have me commit to it. Now, I am finally planting my feet into the ground.
That doesn't mean, I don't have the urge to turn away and run. Its just that I have finally found someone worth giving my all in.... Myself.
Goodnight
Silly things
do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.
Jane Austen 
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