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I sit around and wonder a lot. Well, dream is more like it. I wouldn’t call it a daydream. I just imagine. Yea, imagine. I imagine we were friends and we’d just kill time together. Skip rocks and talk. Nothing major. Just talk about stuff we know, heard, saw, like, stuff we think we know, but in all actuality don’t have a clue. We’d play with sticks and twigs, lady bugs and rolly pollies, watch clouds. I’d watch him climb trees because I aint going up there. Well maybe to the first branch. All of this while talking. I can see us lying on the grass, sun in our eyes, watching clouds. There’s a slight hill leading down to a pond. Just chillin. I’d pick a twig out of his fro. I imagine us as teenagers though. Always have, when I imagine us being friends. We’re like 16-17.and he’ll say “Say” when initiating a question because it’s the 70’s and they said “say” a lot. We philosophize about stuff. Sometimes we agree. Sometimes we agree to disagree, but it’s always genuine. It’s always love. It’s one of those days when it’s like 80 degrees in the valley with a slight breeze. Those make for the best days to be outside here in Cali. We don’t talk about his work because it doesn’t matter. We don’t gossip. It’s like…learn each other 101 or something. It’s just such an easy feeling and there’s no boy/girl like to it. We are just friends who happen to be of opposite sexes. He’s a thinker. He thinks a lot. We have that in common. Thinking keeps me up at night. When we are in one of our comfortable silences he’ll sometimes ask me what I am thinking about I don’t know what I’m thinking about, but whatever it is or isn’t…I tell him. The time we share is coveted. I never imagine it ending. We just pick back up ever so often. I ask him about all of the stuff he sees while traveling. It’s like, the days never grow old. Night never comes. It’s always the same environment. For some reason I think we are at Hayvenhurst, but I don’t know why. I don’t even know if there is a pond there. There are never other people around. Birds sing in the distance. Everything is from my point of view therefore I never see myself. Maybe this is me longing for a friend I never had growing up. I never had that friend that I could always come back to. We moved around too much, I could never keep them. You know, this place…him….he’s my someone in the dark.
The lyrics go:
All alone wishing on stars
Waiting for you to find me
One sweet night I knew I would see
A stranger who’d be my friend
When someone in the dark
Reaches out to you
And touches on the spark that come shining through
It tells you never be afraid
When somewhere in your heat you can feel the glow
A light to keep you warm when the night winds blow
Like it was written in the stars, I knew
My friend, my someone in the dark is you.
( E.T. says Thank You)
Promise me we’ll always be
Walking the world together
Hand in hand where dreams never end
My star secret friend and me.
When someone in the dark
Reaches out to you
And touches on the spark that come shining through
It tells you never be afraid
When somewhere in your heat you can feel the glow
A light to keep you warm when the night winds blow
Look for the rainbow in the sky
Oh I believe you and I could never really say goodbye
Wherever you may be, I’ll look up and see someone in the dark for me
Wherever you may be, I’ll look up and see someone in the dark for me
This song is from the E.T. Story Book. I should force myself to listen to that one day. Love is something you cannot control. If it is for you, it is for you and you cannot help with whom you fall in love. For it just is and the two of you just are. Pure and simple; adoration.
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