Dancing with her fantasy

She wakes up every morning and comes running to open her door to catch a glimpse of you, she puts on the shiniest top, smears some red lipstick, combs what is left of her hair, wears some flats because she is high enough already, she walks up and down these roads; while men ogle at her she is searching for those eyes that pierce through her very being when it meets hers.

While you are already on your way to the land of dreams she lights a smoke plays her favorite music and flips through old pictures of you, wishing and weeping that the synergy between her fantasy and reality sees the light of the day.

How many coins will she toss?

How many dice will she roll?

How many petals will she rip apart?

How many lots will she pick?

How many stars will she count on?

How many fingers will she cross?

How many prayers will she say?

 How many dreams will she dream?

When she is done dancing with her fantasy, she will wake up and realize as she hangs her dancing shoes on the hooks of life that she was in love with the idea of you and not you itself. She will realize that she has found the lead character for the next story that she is going to pen down. She will realize that you really are too good to be true.  She will then make young girls fall in love with you with her words and make them toss coins, say prayers, rip apart petals, pick lots, count on stars and dream a million dreams.

stay stoned until next time.

xoxo

-shuu