Hobbies and Boys

There are few things that continuously separate me from reality: paint and daydreaming. The secret life of daydreams happens to not only be my life, but a song that I listen to while participating in this lucid activity. I close my eyes, sometimes not; I simply imagine a world where things always went my way, and I always won out in the end.

Of course, we know that this never happens in real life, that's why it's called daydreaming. It's that release of kept emotions that brings out the weirdest fantasy and the most poignant thought. Today's daydream consists of wondering if you're thinking of me when I'm thinking of you.

A strange thought to think, but when it's in my head it turns into a long, winding tale of love and complete impossible reality. Which is good, considering that otherwise I'd have no way of dealing with the possible when the impossible is out of reach.

Everyone keeps telling me they never thought I'd end up like this. Like what, is what I wonder. Like this? Falling over and over for the same guy? Isn't that my life story?

Hobbies take that sting away; that sting that occurs when you wake from the daydream, but the parts that make you giddy come back.... Painting is the one hobby I enjoy the most. It lets me realize a dream onto canvas without making it ridiculous

And nobody knows but me