"The stopwatch is ever still"
When I was three years old, I thought my life was perfect, and now that I gaze upon the days of old, it was. I had everything a three year old could ask for, a million and one barbie dolls, a loving family, and best of all my own hiding place. I had this hiding spot in the backyard, behind the house and in a corner. There was running water, well it was fake, and I enjoyed the sound of it. And the birds and the trees everything quite literal. I used to make mud pies in the backyard in frisbees(or whatever else I could put mud and water in.) I would(and still do, out of the fact that I am critically insane, and/or suffering from romanticism. Because I'm an only child, talking to yourself you think you'd grow out of it, right? Wrong.) talk to my invisible husband(who was a surveyor and he had a better mustache than my father), and children. I had two kids. A baby girl(which I got for Christmas, and she smelled like baby powder) and a boy who was a toddler. Both were black, ironically(I never, and still don't like black Barbie dolls and/or Cabbage Patch Kids).
This is how I wanted my life to be when I got older. And I never really thought about things like my career or how I would get rich. I just wanted children and a husband. When I hit my 10th year of the public schooling system, it was suddenly very clear to me how I was going to going to be married and who I wanted to be married to. And when it did, the sad realization hit that he would never know of my true feelings, or know me at all, and thus ending the children I wanted to have. And now, I start my quest, for the most like Viggo crusade. I know it means holy war, but it is.
This quest will consist of three parts:
1) My true identity.
2) My true love
3) The happiness and love and cherish that I have always known.
~*~
When I become old enough to drive, and set across many states, I will have the driven purpose in my life. I act sure of myself.
...But am I?
This is how I wanted my life to be when I got older. And I never really thought about things like my career or how I would get rich. I just wanted children and a husband. When I hit my 10th year of the public schooling system, it was suddenly very clear to me how I was going to going to be married and who I wanted to be married to. And when it did, the sad realization hit that he would never know of my true feelings, or know me at all, and thus ending the children I wanted to have. And now, I start my quest, for the most like Viggo crusade. I know it means holy war, but it is.
This quest will consist of three parts:
1) My true identity.
2) My true love
3) The happiness and love and cherish that I have always known.
~*~
When I become old enough to drive, and set across many states, I will have the driven purpose in my life. I act sure of myself.
...But am I?