Neverland

I miss it.
I miss Neverland.
I miss our Neverland.
Mostly because it was ours.

I keep finding new spots
But I interrupt my train of thought remembering that I can't say much about that anymore.

I miss our little escape where imagination could run free.
We got to play every part.
We got to reminisce all those old days.
We got to remember when all this Neverland business was socially acceptable for our age.

I feel like I've switched gears.
Instead of being whisked away in flight to Neverland, I've been drugged into a freakish sleep.
Cats vanish body part at a time, caterpillars smoke here, apparently it's always tea time, and everybody is mad. Oh, and don't mess with the queen or she'll have your head... Literally.

It's just a new experience for me.
And I guess they were right when they said she decided what she didn't want to be by process of elimination.

But it is so very lonely here.
And it's all so dreadfully confusing.
Even after all I accomplished and all the courage it took to do it,
All I wanted was to return.

I never meant for it to be like this.
And I really hate that it is...
I feel like part of me is missing.
It's so frustrating in this place,
All I want is to climb back up that rabbit hole or find the looking glass.... But I'm sort of lost here.

Well... I'm trapped. And I can't get out. And I'm scared and frustrated and I keep trying to give up and just cry but for some reason I won't let myself.
Because I have to finish this what-ever-this-is before I can come back.
And I didn't want to admit it but I need you. Because you're kind of the only thing that has kept me from going mad lately.

Sometimes I still look up at that second star to the right and wonder if you're looking there too.
It hurts me to think that you might not be, so I just pretend you are, even if you aren't.
Not to boast, but I think I'm really good at that. I can believe in anything I want to. I know that may not make sense to you but that's because it's all pretend. I can pretend all I want. But when real things come along that are just as good as all my pretendings, it freaks me out a little. I can't be sure if its all true or really real because its all I ever dreamt of.

My heart was aching to return and so I tried to go there yesterday- Neverland I mean- but I couldn't. It seems something has gone missing... But then I remembered giving it to you. So it all makes sense.

You'll always have a special place in this broken heart of mine, you know. It's called Neverland. And I hope you'll come pay a visit sometime.



your dreamer

Marley Kay

  

a Hero

I admit it.
I'm obsessed:
super heroes and fairytales.
Odd combo? Yeah, I know.

Ok, really I just love the idea of someone always there to save the day,
the idea of hope in this crazy world.

The thing is, they're all heroes to me... just in their own ways.

I mean, Captain America and Spider-Man, obviously super-heroes with their super-powers and their super-villains. They are the savers of the day! :)
Cinderella proved you can choose how you want your life to be, no matter the current circumstance.
Snow White chose to be happy and to sing and embrace life's hardships (like, you know, your parents dying and your step-mother trying to kill you 'cause your pretty).
Belle had patience to love the un-loveable.
Alice followed her dreams in order to discover what was really important.
You can't forget Prince Charming who always rides in in the nick of time to slay the beast. ;)
Rapunzel took a chance and had faith in something she never knew (instead of shoving him back out the window like she totally could have done).

They sound pretty brave, hu?

But heroes? They don't have to be dressed in a spandex suit, have a cape and a mask, or even a pretty dress.
I think that's what I like best about them. Heroes are everywhere.

Sometimes, they're dressed in the jeans they wore yesterday and that old tee shirt.
Sometimes they are dressed in that smoothie king uniform they haven't washed all week. (It happens, people.)
Sometimes they are the neighbor that comes to sit on the porch with you when you're having a bad day.
Sometimes they're that best friend who takes you to your favorite place for lunch and to get your nails done.
Sometimes they are the math buddies, who can always make you laugh, no matter how rotten the day may have been.
Sometimes it's the friend you've had for longer than you can remember that just texts you "your house, now." for a movie night.
Sometimes they show up again after 7 years and you just wonder "where have you freaking been?!"
Sometimes it's the lady down the street that always greets you with a warm hug and a smile.
Sometimes they send you little notes that say, "thanks for what you said, I appreciate it."
Sometimes they're that friend that drove you around everywhere when you didn't have your license yet.
Sometimes it's that one teacher that said that one thing in that one class.
Sometimes they're the friend who calls you twin and sits through loooong talks.
Sometimes it's the random kid who smiles at you in the hall way.
Sometimes it's the person who has always been there to support you and tell you how proud they are of you.


And sometimes, it's you.

So, why don't we all just choose to be heroes? Why don't we just choose to saves someone's day, even if it's just our own?

'Cause some days just need saving.


love always,

your dreamer
marley kay

"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."

Christopher Reeve

"Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes."

Benjamin Disraeli

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

"We do not have to become heroes overnight. Just a step at a time, meeting each thing that comes up ... discovering we have the strength to stare it down."

Eleanor Roosevelt

I still believe in heroes and fairy tales.

P.S. I chose Option #3.

(If you don't know what that is, read last post.)
(Also, life got a lot better after watching the sunset from my truck, a bowl of icecream, and a Marley-bun. Just sayin'.)




and yes, it's 3 a.m. ... I can't sleep....