smiledsteelydan
male - 33 years, United Kingdom
Blog / Dreams
Monday, 3 December 2007 at 17:58
A passing thought...a daydream....a wish......these are all that ive felt growing up as a child of a not so well off family.From the earliest memory's of Nan playing the newspaper bingo and if she won,too my mum promising me one day...i knew in my heart of hearts that this dream would someday come true.The days of standing in front of a large window,my breath against the glass, with 5 pence in my pocket,hungry and smoking a dog end roller,,,i felt even more empty handed when i had to leave.
A conversation that could never end if i let it,and a deep admiration for those that have.
A stop in my tracks no matter what,and even a nod when im walking to tell them,i will be there someday....honest...i will......
The first realization that it actually could happen,that this could be,the terror of a test thats all too sobering.
The long dark winter roads to meet an old freind that i have never met.And the family beside me like splints on a boneless leg.
The cover thats pulled back to reveal every inch.The smell,the sounds that i now own.
Without a doubt i have it,its right there.I can touch it,i can watch it,while the world sleeps we connect....we're as one we are,my old freind.
And i think about that promise....that big win......and i thank them with a nod,a smile,and a wink.
we journey into the unknown,across these Isles
And ive since been back to that window..breath on the glass....roller in my hand,five pounds in my pocket..And as im pulled away by time, i can only leave behind a memory...
its happened to me..yet...i still don't believe..
I have my dream.........
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Adrian Hudson (Thursday, 6 December 2007 at 20:55)
Dude, that's deep. Deeper than you think. Beyond Slingshot. I like those memories of Mum and Zoe, the memories of simple times and promises. For kids who didn't have shit, living on a council estate, we were happy... There was a lot of laughter in our house. I've had similar dreams, but I hold onto the memories closer. Memory is our greatest gift, contributed to by those we meet along the way.
Nice penmanship too...I'd like to see you do more of this stuff...and this is the place to do it.
Hold tight.
Shane McDonald (Tuesday, 4 December 2007 at 04:47)
hi Our souls....thanks for leaving a comment...
This was about me growing up wanting a particular motorcycle soooo bad....the one i used to look at in magazines.When i was jobless,i used to go to a motorcycle shop on a Sunday when it was closed and stare threw the window at this bike..wishing for that someday i could have one.then my mum and grandmother passed away a few years later,worst time in my life....but my mother left me enough money to be able to purchase a second hand one..took my license..and now she's with me.she's called the Slingshot in my pictures..my dream bike..i wish they could see me now...
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