I am not writing you from the beach, as you may think, but from the bedroom. I changed my mind when I woke up this morning and decided against it. I just watched The Sting II. I wish I was a con artist. Just for the excitement and adventure. Like it seemed to be in the movie. I would give half of my money to charity. But like all things, give me a week and I will change my mind and want to do something else. You know, I have always been afraid I would always live in a dream world. I don’t. Live in a dream world all of the time, that is. Only when I am here, at home.
I should try and make it a point to be as friendly as possible. Ah, right now, I am listening to
Ah, right now, I am listening to Somewhere in Time. That melancholy tune that keeps me in rapture every time it is played. I changed my major to Social Science. We will see how long that lasts, eh?
I want to write you my most valuable and secret thoughts, how did the woman in Somewhere in Time say it? “What every woman dreams of in the most secret beaches of her heart.” After all of that, and I have nothing to tell, no secrets to give away. Just a bored and restless soul yearning to be free. I am sure I will get over it once school starts back up.
Nae’ living man I’ll love again
since that my lovely knight is slain
with a lock of his yellow hair
I’ll chain my heart forever mare’
I did not write that. I found it in a book. I just felt like writing it. I can picture a wife in front of a castle that does not belong to her, clutching a lock of yellow hair, while a knight in armor tries, awkwardly, to comfort her. Her children are running around her, oblivious to what is going on.
Oh, I can hear you say, such morbid thoughts for such a young girl? By the way, Daniel Charmers is his father’s name. Remington Steele, that is. No, I never stop. Jealous? Then come to me,
come to me my love…