Random thoughts

I live in a world filled with depth and sacrifice for the ones we love. Meeting people is a forte of mine. Falling in love with me is easy to do so I must ask that you refrain, and control your feelings as I am a lost cause and a hopeless romantic. Let’s be honest you could never live up to my expectations. ;) If I were a drink I would think I would be a fancy mix maybe an apple martini because I love fruit. But I am much more sophisticated then a fruity drink that most women order to make themselves look important. I am a bubble you think transparent but if you touch me too closely I shall burst into a flowing glass of refined Champagne ready to flow endlessly. I love reading 17th & 18th historical poetry and quite enjoy their games along with French fashion and the classical melodies. No one seems to understand my brain and everyone mistakes me for John Lennon because I too am a dreamer. I dream of a world when men did not dress in skinny jeans, and cars were not even thought of. A fancy horse a designer carriage and a cottage in the country of London with a beautiful garden who could want more. Take a carriage for instance. Yes bit of a nuisance for traveling but the layers and the detail who could argue the finesse of fine silks golden knobs and fine horsemen to guide through your adventure. I would surround myself with the people who amuse me write about love that never really exists, and build a wall around my world so no one could intrude on my fantasy. People who do not believe do not truly live or love. They walk through time as a robot waiting for the next fast technological tool so that we may read less talk less, and see less of the world that was meant to feed and provide, and even love. Why is it that most of us worry about the lives of others why most we waste pointless time on he said she said. But then again scandals do make great stories. Open a book lose yourself in a story that may never be yours, but can change your life in a way that no one maybe not even you could understand. My other dream is to publish I dream of a day you open my book and get lost in fantasy detail and love. I hope you dream of my thoughts that have been neatly printed into a book. Running your hands across the tittles in a store only to discover my name paper back hard back I can only wish for both. Pick me up explore my thoughts hopes, and dreams. Neatly painted and dressed like a show pony yet hoping to be a black stallion so I can race past the ones who doubt my ability to be a successful writer even if I am only a woman. Welcome to the beginning as we have a very long way to go.