And you would all have her feet on the ground, her head down bobbing among the crowds--but this kid is meant for the skies, her entire body up in the clouds...
She hopes for a man who can appreciate her passions, someone with gauges in his ears and nice hair and maybe some guitar callouses on his fingers. I feel like it's okay for her to want that. It's her future. It's her life. It doesn't have to be anything like yours; you should be praying it's even more.
She dreams greater than you ever will. The places she goes while standing still are better than any vacation destination you can get to. She's got a good, beautiful head on her shoulders.
Her heart is bigger than she realizes. The world goes for people like that (in a fang-to-throat sort of way.) She's vulnerable beneath her indie-punk exterior. And that's okay: it's wonderful to be so innocently breakable... I want to protect her, but it's not my heart to guard.
She likes the parks and the playgrounds. Swinging makes her feel like she can fly, even after you've all clipped her wings. Let her go, let her be in the places she's happy so that she can come home and respectfully bear your pecking, because one day she'll break out of the cages and you might just lose her, she may not come back.
People would have her believe she's odd, that she doesn't fit in. People would have her think that it's normal and fine to have hopes and never see them through. "Dreams are harmless as long as you don't expect them to come true." They would all like her to keep those feet on the ground, so one day she can come all the way down and marry a suit and be a mother for two and a half kids and maybe just idly strum her guitar on the weekends. People would tell her that that's life, settling, settling down.
They all just envy the girl who can soar so much higher than they can.
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