Lilypad wishes and star-studded pathways, I dream of a world far from here. A boy chases me around a familiar diner. Silly boy, you'll never catch me. I'll be clever and hide in the wardrobe where the coats are kept, remembering to shut the door snug. So many years have passed. Why are you in my dreams now, sweetling? Perhaps we'll meet again.[images from rags and tatters]
I dream of that world too, there are many of them. Maybe if you stay in the wardrobe for long enough, the world will appear? Like Narnia.
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Perhaps. I think most worlds can be found easily when we are children, but it gets ever so much harder as we grow, however long I lock myself in the wardrobe. But maybe we can create our own worlds?
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you, thank you so much for your lovely words! Your blog is wonderful as well. <33 x
This is quite beautiful. I dream of that world, also. I think sometimes we all do, it's our only escape. Lovely imagery in your writing, dear. xx
ReplyDeleteIt's great to hear I'm not alone in my fantastical ramblings. Thanks so much Joanna. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comment on my blog, your blog is very pretty. I like your words, they take me to new places, like neverland.
ReplyDelete~Nikky. ♥
Oh, that is the best compliment! Thank you Nicky, I try. <3
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredible picture. And your words have the sweetness of things long gone, which I miss too, oh dear, how much. Perhaps you will meet him one day, again. xxx
ReplyDeleteAlas, I have heard from my grandmother that he's long traveled to Florida, but hopefully I'll see him again. Thank you, thank you. So little people truly understand. <3
ReplyDelete"So many years have passed. Why are you in my dreams now, sweetling?" I know that...
ReplyDeleteFeel kissed, you poet.
Aha, thank you, Hannah. xx
ReplyDeleteOh thank you again for your lovely words - the pictures I post on my blog are all mine. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are so welcome Eliza; I now feel a strong inclination to take more pictures. x
ReplyDeleteyour words are like delicate dishes of honey-tea... so vivid and lovely.
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Thank you so so much, dear Char! What a lovely metaphor, you are quite the writer yourself.
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ReplyDeletep.s. sorry, made a mistake on the last comment!
ReplyDeletethank you so much for your lovely comment above, and for following me! i appreciate it more than i can say ♥
You're welcome! (:
ReplyDeleteThe blessing and the curse of being hard-to-get is that sometimes it actually works. ;)
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i love the thought of meeting someone from your dreams again. to think about it now, its so wierd. i've had dreams where i've woken up and gone "whoa. that dream feels so similar to this other one i've had" its so wierd. dreams are odd. And they're the closest we get to fantasy in our lives. i do love them so.
ReplyDeleteVery true, Mademoiselle. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, but Reina, I have met him in real life! When I was very young we used to be playmates, and we would romp about my family's old diner. It is odd because I haven't even thought of him for so long, that he would suddenly make his debut into my dreams now is preposterous.