Once upon a dream..

Have you ever just spent the whole day, just dreaming of what could be? I find myself in a constant loop of zoning out and dreaming of exotic places, with gorgeous European men...yes men. Isn't that the whole point of a dream, to make it as outrageous as possible, and unattainable? 

 I remember as a young girl, dancing to Billy Joel's album "Innocent Man."  I would put the vinyl on the player so careful not to scratch anything, I would place the needle with so much care. I loved That album. Uptown girl would start playing.  I sang it  like I wrote it. In front of a crowed stadium, all eyes on me. 

Even though it was all make believe, in the moment I felt on top of the world. A feeling only a dreamer knows.

 I am that same little girl again,  with dreams wider than all the oceans put together.

The only  difference is, now I am pursing  them. 

Oh, I stumble. I wonder what the hell am I doing, I'm too old for this... I'll have a pity party, shut out the world, indulge in one maybe two pieces of cheesecake,  who am I kidding I eat the whole damn cake.  I snap back to reality or my reality. 

Paris consumes my every waking thought.