Teenage and Bollywood
Just sitting here looking over some poems from high school. Too much yucky girly emotion. The lost love or the desired love. Ugh.
Sounds kind of heartless but truly I couldn't be far from that. I am a true romantic dreamer. And yet I also say bah humbug. Truly a shrew in the aspect of this genre and the only thing that really keeps the dreams alive are Bollywood films.
Sincerely I am truly lost in watching them. Although I relate to a few that I have in my collection. Still I am motivated to search for such a wondrous kind of childhood hope. Seems odd.
Currently I haven't watched any of these movies. I haven't had the hopes there. I haven't had the dreams to look forward too. Just been in a very blah moment. Kind of just lingering in a wayward sloshing motion. No one particular way nor the other.
All those sappy dreamy poems of my youth should have been buried or even burned long ago. Hopeful and longing. I can say though that I probably don't look for that much anymore. Kind of trashed on the loopy romance dreams.
When you get to my stage you almost feel cynical and yet you are not really. You still linger on the what ifs in life but you don't voice them. You stand tall and shove what you have deemed in your mind as hopeless thoughts, away. Since only children can have fruity dreams of love and romance, right?
Yes I sound like a spinster, old maid. Yet I have hoped once. Loved twice. Rather not ever expand on any of it. All feels as though decades ago. Age old photographs stained in my mind. Truly a door I hope to close soon.
I still have some hopes. Yet I do dare myself to dream too about things. Yet I don't say a word. I smile. I listen and I behave. As that of the single one content.
Yes I still want to dream in technicolor but I am okay with the old black and whites. Fading fast to old brown sepia into muddy memories. Still to leap for a childhood dream, sure. If sappy romantic, friendship love truly existed. I'd be there in a heartbeat.
Alas don't listen to such ramblings. I will stick to my Bollywood film. Absorb myself into the music and recall the hopes, the dreams I once had. *smiling*
Sounds kind of heartless but truly I couldn't be far from that. I am a true romantic dreamer. And yet I also say bah humbug. Truly a shrew in the aspect of this genre and the only thing that really keeps the dreams alive are Bollywood films.
Sincerely I am truly lost in watching them. Although I relate to a few that I have in my collection. Still I am motivated to search for such a wondrous kind of childhood hope. Seems odd.
Currently I haven't watched any of these movies. I haven't had the hopes there. I haven't had the dreams to look forward too. Just been in a very blah moment. Kind of just lingering in a wayward sloshing motion. No one particular way nor the other.
All those sappy dreamy poems of my youth should have been buried or even burned long ago. Hopeful and longing. I can say though that I probably don't look for that much anymore. Kind of trashed on the loopy romance dreams.
When you get to my stage you almost feel cynical and yet you are not really. You still linger on the what ifs in life but you don't voice them. You stand tall and shove what you have deemed in your mind as hopeless thoughts, away. Since only children can have fruity dreams of love and romance, right?
Yes I sound like a spinster, old maid. Yet I have hoped once. Loved twice. Rather not ever expand on any of it. All feels as though decades ago. Age old photographs stained in my mind. Truly a door I hope to close soon.
I still have some hopes. Yet I do dare myself to dream too about things. Yet I don't say a word. I smile. I listen and I behave. As that of the single one content.
Yes I still want to dream in technicolor but I am okay with the old black and whites. Fading fast to old brown sepia into muddy memories. Still to leap for a childhood dream, sure. If sappy romantic, friendship love truly existed. I'd be there in a heartbeat.
Alas don't listen to such ramblings. I will stick to my Bollywood film. Absorb myself into the music and recall the hopes, the dreams I once had. *smiling*
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