" We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattoed conclusion
That the big one was knocking on the door
What started as a mass delusion
Would take me far from the place I adore ..... "
There was once a time where New York called my name. Its bright shiny lights
flickered with compelling notions, luring me with its fire. Its busy streets hummed
with a silenced noise, a constant drum of motion that beat through me, ricocheted
through me. The city grasped me into its splendour, its charm; it captivated me with
its secret potion.
I think I would have lived in a loft. I would have had facebrick exposed walls and
rustic wood floor paneling, uneven and unfinished. I would have had extra large
windows willowing with white sheer curtains and a fire escape outside where I
could have sat and watched the city's buzz ignite below me. Perhaps I would have
had mismatched vintage furniture that I would have rummaged through in one
of Brooklyn's flea markets. I would have had my easel set up in one corner by one
of my very large windows. And maybe I could have also had a reading corner
by the heating, with sunshine pouring into my living room as the winter blew its
freezing wind.
Perhaps I would have had this all. But I didn't.
So this is all a dream that I still dream of, a dream that I still hold in the palm of
my hands, a dream that I know I almost had.
But it's okay. I like to dream, even if they never pass me by.
There’s something about this style that speaks of romance. People may think it looks messy but once mixed in with a variety of elements, this is a look that can work wonders in a home. It oozes comfort and coziness.
Love, LOVE, LOVE! ❤
