When I was in grade school, we learned the hand jive. We would try to see how fast we could do it. In the assembly, everything seemed so easy. The fairytale seemed so reachable. It felt close. In my heart, it was something real.
They had this train whistle they used to quiet us down. It's the little things I love like that. After school, staying the the day care place. That was the time that Aqua and Spice Girls were popular. I loved Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and Bewitched. I made my barbies sing to Spice Girls. Lol. Those times really were cute.
Grease and Grease 2 are probably my models for the best love. I sometimes indulge in that fantasy, but very rarely anymore. I wanted to be Sandy for so long... or a Pink Lady. I wanted to be Michelle Pfiefer, the Pink Lady that actually questioned her role in society and the group. I wanted a bad rider. I wanted that guy who would change everything for me, the one with a duality about him. One who knew how to put on a cool act to get my attention then be the total gentlemen with me. But, that's a movie not reality. Lol. And, I've learned better. I think...
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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