HopelessHe has wavy, dirty blonde, jaw length hair. It looks so soft.He has green eyes that gleam maturity and lawfulness.He has the most adorable freckles scattered on a flawless, lightly tanned face.A confident stride that shows pride and courage.He has just the right amount of muscle, not too much.Brown hair that is messy no matter how much I brush it.Dull, almost lifeless, brown eyes that never focus on anything.An uneven skin tone that is tan in one place and pale in another.A unsure, overly-cautious stride that shows how weak I am.He is perfect.I am not.It is not to be.Hopeless.
My dream the other night.Yesterday I saw what appeared to be a young girl, about the age of six, maybe seven, in what I think was a dream, not sure. Anyway, the girl had bright eyes the color of mint, full of joy and curiousity, looking directly at me. She was medium complexion, with a few freckles dotted across her nose, as well as two darker freckles, one just above her left eyebrow, the other on her right shoulder. Her hair was a dull rust color, and just short of reaching her shoulders, with a daisy tucked behind her right ear. She was wearing a cobalt blue sundress, with polka-dots on the bottom hem. We were standing in a brightly lit field of daisies, the air was warm with a slight breeze, carrying with it the scent of sweet flowers and clean grass. The breeze made her rusty locks drift lazily to the east, as well as the bottom of her dress. She gave off a vibe of childish inthusiasm, joy, and something I couldn't quite place. She had a myterious edge to her innocent appearence. I asked what her name was