How is it that each day, I wake up to the same old routines but somewhere in me I am ready for a game of hide-n-seek? I believe that something more must exist or else I should just give up the daily struggle to simply get through life. Somehow, I believe that a dimple-less girl like me can have a two inverted signs of a smile resting in joy upon my cheeks.
The same old routine and the same old simple thoughts begin and start each day. Will I find the other side of the rainbow or will I just drive by shady motels with electric rainbows and heart shaped beds? Is there some sort of romance in life that is reaching me? Will I ever laugh so hard that I get some sort of brain dysfunction? Can someone truly spend time getting to know me and still stick around for another round of Speed? And, I am talking cards. Will I always find myself in love with work or a readable idea because a part of me is too inept to join the massive herded human adventure? Ho-hum. I just wander. And, such wondering comes from eternally falling upon daily reminders that life is a hall of mirrors. Everything seems bigger than it is and far to familiar to look at my full reflection. Still, I am intrigued to look beyond the glass and hope that inadvertently I am floating upon a daily adventure through deep but mostly shallow waters in life. I think that I am getting dimples.
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