Maybe One Day

I am a strange girl. I have weird thoughts. I do random things. I like imaginary situations. I daydream... a lot.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because my dreams wake me up. And right now, I am still waiting to wake up. Today was, I don't know how it was. Daydreamy, maybe? But dreams are just dreams. By day or by night. Something will wake you up. A fly, a honk, a scream, a laugh, or you will just wake up. And you can never go back to the dream you woke up from.

Today was sort of like that. A dream, and then she woke me up, with her annoying but true words. And I kept hearing it, the f word. O, how that brings you down. How that can take the happiest memory you have and turn it into a bad memory, a hurtful memory. A nightmare.

Just because you can get it. And I never will. Bring that memory back. Please, please, give me that silly smile back. It didn't last long enough.

I am a strange girl. I say no to stupid me. Maybe one day, I will grab it. Maybe one day, you will grab it. Maybe one day, we will grab them. I daydream a lot waiting maybe one day, the dream will never end.