Today it’s Saturdae… It should really be Sundae.
And you know what Sundae mornings are made for, don’t you?
Well, for me, they’re made for putting on Swing Chicago, sipping some good coffee and spending the morning covered in sweetness.
The perfection of the almond like walls, the almond leather couch, the fluffy pillows and the satin robes falling over the cotton white sheets smelling like spring.
That musk scent in the air… The way every bit in me just wants to circle someone’s soul with kindness and caresses, melting it and then bringing it back to its regular warmness, drawing rainbows all over it… Perfect rainbows, glowing like an aura to their perfection.
And I know I do not deserve this yet, but they’re my dreams and now I know for sure that they can be real.
For a while there I thought I lost myself. Covered up in the guilt of being human, I forgot that imperfections can be changed. I couldn’t think about such things for a long while. But they’re mine. Do I deserve them right now? I think not. I actually have no idea if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for my imperfections which came out far too clear in the moment which was supposed to be one of the most beautiful moments ever. But what I do know is that I don’t want to change who I am (except for the imperfections, as I feel they’re not part of me).
I know that I can be that lady from the 60’s, with the “bootiful” dress and lovely coiffure, bright shining smile and adorable scent. I will be her. I know that I can be that pool player I’ve always wanted to be. I will be.
Or maybe that classy lady in the 1930′s…
Or even the (sampled lol) princess in the 1800′s…
And I won’t let my imperfections stand in my way. Not ever again.
Sometimes it does seem I might not have the luck of running into such beauty ever again, but, by all means, I’ll keep on trying. For I know that is what I want. Not because I deserve it, but because it is ME. And I shall not give up on my dreams of being that 60′s lady, that pool player or that sweetness, because they’re mine.
I will be that eagle I believe I can be. I will be it, even if it’s the last thing I do. It won’t be easy, but it is what I want. I will stand strong and high, where they fly. And even if I’ll never encounter perfection again, I know I will be able to handle it if it happens. I just know I’ll be that eagle, or fight to be it to my last breath.
For the powerful embraces, the soft kisses, the magic of a Sundae morning, the caresses, the soul circling and the feeling of greatness. They’re all so worth it.
And, again, if Elvis Presley would’ve stopped after that man at the talent contest told him he’d better get back to driving his truck (that would be like Liz telling me I’m just not good enough), if Edison would’ve stopped after the 151’st failure to invent the light bulb, where would we be now? Well, maybe someone else would’ve invented the light bulb, but, hey, why wouldn’t that someone be you? But Elvis? I’m pretty sure there’d never have been one alike.
So… Don’t forget your dreams, don’t forget what’s part of you, whatever it is that you feel you should have / whomever you feel you should be. Do not quit. “Quitters never win and winners never quit.”
So… Don’t forget your dreams, don’t forget what’s part of you, whatever it is that you feel you should have / whomever you feel you should be. Do not quit. “Quitters never win and winners never quit.
Sublim… uneori greu de urmat… dar bine de tinut minte si de aplicat cat mai des…:-)