I wonder how it feels to know the whole world's eyes are gazing upon you, mesmerized. I wonder how it feels to run across that green field, a delicious sensation in the gut, the wind marking its place in your hair.
How does it feel to know that millions around the world are awed by your mere presence? Does he realize how many people wake up to his faded picture folded and refolded many times across that wall? Behind the door? On the ceiling? Hidden deep in the closet for parents don't approve?
I doubt he truly recognizes the extent to which he has inspired countless people, intentionally or otherwise. I wonder if he truly knows how his terribly eccentric skills and character have enticed generations of people. I don't think so. I'm sure he's imagined many possiblities though.
Odd how i'll pass through this life pining for someone to whom i'm but a nameless, faceless bunch of molecules. But i'm quite positive i'm not the only one pining for him so. I'm hopelessly sure that majority of his 'piners' have fantasized countless opportunities that some sensationally lucky day his presence will grace their eyes. As pathetic as it may sound, no one has yet put any limitations on dreams, so why start now?
 Johannaa · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 03:14am · 2 Comments |
