[N'sync] [JC/someone] [G]
improved with
kittykatz mudpies, building castles in the air, daydreamers, purple quilts
I'm one of those people in the group Chris would classifiy under 'daydreamers'. It's not that I reminisce much -- I'm not, contrary to what everyone seems to think -- a man of great sentiment. I take no pleasure in walking down memory lane, reliving the good old days of mudpies and mudbaths and muddy clothing. I'm not one for mud, or filth, really. And I try not to think about my 'blankie', tucked up in one of the trunks at the back of the bus, one of those patented, ugly, purple quilts that mothers seem to enjoy tucking their children up in.
I don't see the point to all that.
I like thinking up plans for the future, where I'm happily married with all the things a typical American dream is made out of -- a gorgeous wife, 2.5 kids, and a white picket fence. The whole deal. I like the thought that I'll live, happily, behind that fence, for the rest of my days, and that I'll be able to smile when I'm old and wrinkled and tired and tell myself that my life's played out exactly the way I thought it would.
I like to think that I'll have four friends, four brothers, to accompany me in those days, when fame and wealth has dwindled in importance, and we're contented to be sitting around sipping coffee too sweet and too creamy to really taste of anything but. The thought soothes me more than anything else in the world.
I like the fact that I can take comfort in my dreams, knowing, at the back of my mind, that they're almost real. The time isn't right, just yet, and we're none of us old and wrinkled and tired, but I like knowing that when the day comes, it'll all come true. Except maybe the gorgeous wife, bit. And perhaps the four brothers bit.
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming up three brothers and a husband. It's not quite what I started out wanting, but along the way a lot of things changed for me. Joining N'sync made a lot of things change for me. Meeting JC was one of those things.
Most people don't see the point to building castles in the air because they know their dreams aren't going to come true. I don't see the point, either, but that's because mine's going to become reality.
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