I drown in the days
When we, too, were naïve
When we used to play in parks
And color in books
I long for those days
When cursive was a challenge
When monkey bars were risks
And cookies were rewards
I wish that I could go back
To my dolls and my swings
And then I’d never pay the price
For what maturity would bring
I remember long ago
That I never had a clue
I would feel these hurt emotions
Or these tears blur in my eyes
I remember long ago
When I didn’t even know
So many expectations
Would build these fears inside
So yes, I would go back
To my crayons and cartoons
Where there are no paths to follow
Growing up would not come soon
: : : Free me from my chains. I need to change my way. Heal these broken wings. I need to fly away…Far away : : :
— Spinning, Zero 7 —
I remember when I was a kid I had always wanted to be a ballet dancer. They were always so glamorous with their plie and their twirls and complete elegance. I didn’t think anyone could be anymore beautiful. That is until now…
What kind of crazy ambition was this? Right now I can’t help but feel like I’m constantly spinning around myself…as if all eyes are on me as I’m caught in the middle of a never ending ballerina’s twirl.
: : : Now how do we keep on going now when optimist voices make no sound? Now I see myself stopping still in a dream…watching my river of goals turn to streams : : :
— Salinity, Dina Gharbo —
The Wonderful World of Disney…
It never gets old…the smell of hot dogs and popcorn in the air, the characters marching around in every corner…being raided by little children dying for autographs. the little girls dressed in princess dresses and pretty make up, families eager to feel the thrill of the rides…too excited to care about the long lines. It’s all so worth it…no matter how old I get Disney always managed to make me smile no matter the thoughts or worries in my head. Cliche? Not at all…more like pure genius. Coming here taking pictures with the characters and posing stupid poses in the middle of Chip and Dale never made me happier…never made me feel more wrapped around in some real life magic of some fantasy world we all tend to forget really exists. I’ve always been the optimistic type and it felt amazing knowing that all those families and little kids making up the endless crowds on the streets of Disney really believed that the world was a wonderful place. YES! It has been proved once again ^_^!
I can’t get the thought of the fireworks out of my head. The whole night sky lighting up in a thousand and one different colors. the rush of excitement in the middle of the crowds and the literal “Oohs!” and “Ahhs!” rising up in unison. There were probably over one thousand people looking up into the sky…one thousand cameras flashing simultaneously…one thousand of the realest, truest and happiest smiles…
Sometimes letting the whole idea of Disney magic rub off on you isn’t so bad.
: : : I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle! : : :
— Alice in Wonderland —
It’s been 12 years since we use to play in that park behind our houses. Our brothers use to push us around that tire swing until we’d feel sick. And even then they wouldn’t stop no matter how loud we yelled or hysterically we laughed.
It’s been 10 years since we were in 3rd grade together. We had been trying to be put in the same class since KG and it never worked out that way. But there we were with the coolest teacher, cheating off each others’ multiplication papers because the 12s times table was just too hard to remember.
It’s been 8 years since you finally convinced me to do a cannon ball off the high dive even though I was terrified of heights. You climbed up all the way with me even though the lifeguards yelled at us. After that first jump, it was just too addicting to stop.
It’s been 6 years since you were the first to come to my going away party and insisted i opened your present right then and there. It was a pink ballerina journal. Inside you had signed it “To My Best Friend.” You told me to write everything in it when I moved so it would be as if I was still telling you everything, like we always had.
It’s been 4 years since you came to visit me after I moved away and I took you around in my golf cart. It felt like we were never apart, telling each other typical teenage girl stories and promising to email and keep each other updated.
It’s been 1 year since I heard of the crash…Since I realized there would be no more laughs or stories or adventures. Since I realized I would never see you again…
Now, you are my motivation, for those cloudy days when I feel like I can’t make it through.
Now, you are my most beautiful memory of a past I will never forget.
RIP Summer June Adi (1988-2006)
Inna Lillahi Wa ina ilayhi’ll Raji3oon
: : : The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful : : :
— The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera (p. 208) —