Monday morning ramblings
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windemereIt's a fic of truth.
When I was a little girl I dreamed of time and space. There was a week or maybe month where I wanted to be an astronaut, until sanity prevailed. There was a year I wanted to be an astronomer, until reality prevailed. There has never been a time I didn’t look up to the stars and wonder what was out there.
When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend. I didn’t really have a name for him, but like all only children I just wanted someone to talk too. And he was always there. He followed me wherever I went and never thought me strange even when everyone else did. But he never came to take me away to the stars.
When I was a little girl I wanted my mother to call me Amelia. She never did, because that wasn’t my name, but it should have been and I liked it better. I thought Amelia was a grand name, like a proper princess and Amy was just boring. I like Amy better now.
When I was a little girl I believed in impossible things. And then I grew up and learned the way the world really works. There’s no such thing as miracles at the eleventh hour. The world is not fair or kind or generous. It just is. But every now and then I wonder if it’s more than just coincidence.
When I was a little girl I dreamed of time and space. There was a week or maybe month where I wanted to be an astronaut, until sanity prevailed. There was a year I wanted to be an astronomer, until reality prevailed. There has never been a time I didn’t look up to the stars and wonder what was out there.
When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend. I didn’t really have a name for him, but like all only children I just wanted someone to talk too. And he was always there. He followed me wherever I went and never thought me strange even when everyone else did. But he never came to take me away to the stars.
When I was a little girl I wanted my mother to call me Amelia. She never did, because that wasn’t my name, but it should have been and I liked it better. I thought Amelia was a grand name, like a proper princess and Amy was just boring. I like Amy better now.
When I was a little girl I believed in impossible things. And then I grew up and learned the way the world really works. There’s no such thing as miracles at the eleventh hour. The world is not fair or kind or generous. It just is. But every now and then I wonder if it’s more than just coincidence.
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Date: 2010-07-12 07:51 pm (UTC)Someday, mellon nin. Some day.