I day dream an awful lot. Today I day dreamt about flower markets.
There are so many different types of women in the world. When I was younger I used to want to be so different. I used to not want to like the things that I thought “typical” women liked.
I hated the color pink.
I hated having tea parties.
I hated the idea of having to put myself as a young girl into a box.
I wanted to like unique things, get dirty, messy, and be different.
Through the years I’ve grown out of wanting to be this or that, and I have found that there are some things that I absolutely will always love that seem to be so basic.
Flowers being one of them.
I day dreamt of going to a flower market with the person that I loved. Soft music was playing in the background as we looked at all the delicate and lovely flowers around. I looked at the person that I loved too much with the same eyes that I looked at the flowers with. He was just as delicate and lovely to me. He was finite like the flowers and like myself, but we enjoyed each other so much while we had the time to.