Everyday!. My reality, become more and more of a theatre more, than the dream I daydream of. Who doesn’t want a love like “The Notebook” and ends like “The Notebook”.
It’s hopeless. It’s pointless, to allow your mind to drift to romance like “The Notebook”.
It’s never like the movies, never like the stories in the book or the movies.
I pinch myself, as a way to discipline my mind. Reminders to make u-turn to my real world. The possibilities are endless and no high hopes. First comes the dream, then comes the wishes. Then the business arrangement and your John Hancock is what is mostly important.
The feelings inside, that quickly fades away. The Theater that quickly turn to a reality that’s more of a nightmare. You wake up and gasp for air. The thought “that is not what my John Hancock stamps for”.
I pray to the great God Almighty, to remove the string cords of my heart. The string that stroke so softly the lullaby of daydream. “Le theatre de champs Elise”
I pray for Life simple, living simply, going through day to day one day at a time. One minute at a time, to the realness of life.