Fantasy

We were lying down on a hollow rock blankly facing the horizon wondering what lie beneath that curve, heavily taking nosefulls of breath. Thoughts were criss-crossing my mind, not just like fire on dry grass but like millions people rushing in a big city. I wanted to tell her but my lips were as heavy as lead. Suddenly she put her hand around my neck, I felt electrified, my was skin was suddenly infested with goosebumps and all the erectile muscles in my body reacted to the stimuli. She gently rubbed my ear and I knew it was time,I didn't need words to convince her  but just move my lips to hers.......I couldn't,  my heart was thumping so hard that I could hear it and my palms were all sweaty. She waited for too long and stood up saying " lets go home its getting late" and I knew she was pissed, believe me I really yearned to tell her, but every time I opened my mouth I ended up heavily exhaling.
I persuaded her to stay some more but she couldn't so I stood up and hid my manhood from her sight .. Then we moved about 4 meters and Something happened..
I was holding her hand and she rolled back to my chest, I didn't know how it started but we were hungrily kissing for some minutes, paused to gasp for air then kept going until we finally stopped. To brake the silence and the awkwardness of the situation, I jokingly said "you taste salty"
No matter how real that sounds, its just but a comforting thought in some guy's head. Its healthy to fantasize rather than never getting what you want, exactly how you want it. I will speak in metaphors, there are  two farmers one is a go-getter while the other is a wise entrepreneur(not really) The go-getter gets little money and buys a farm, he plants maize on it and poorly harvests since he never considered checking the land's fertility. The wise entrepreneur, gets money nicely budgets and finds a nice land, though extremely interior, outrageously fertile. Obviously he would get better produce. (Though in real life one would refer to the wise entrepreneur as  a Kikuyu and the other farmer as a Luhya.)
Relating the above with fantasizing, they coincide with the outcomes. A person waiting for true love is different from one who is in search for true love. The ones waiting, never stick their poles in any holes unlike the ones searching. From my experience and careful analysis most of my friends search for true love. You could think they are acting a soap opera.
You always have that girl that you admire and she is way cooler than you,  you always find yourself staring at her when she passes by, but  highly cautious so that she doesn't catch your glare, frequently stalk her to locate her premises and many more cowardice acts. Since you first saw her, no act can stimulate over-secretion of adrenaline in your body better than her utterance, especially when it is directed to you. It could be as simple as "excuse me, where can I find the bathrooms?" but it would make your day complete, for that day you would get to touch, caress and kiss her. In your sweet dreams on that night. It would be your sweetest slumber ever, though in the morning you would have to clean your sheets before anything else.
Rather than holding your feelings back open up to her and get turned down or blown off. Then you would know that she's not your type. After that go listen to this song Mike Posner_cooler than me and shake it off.

  Living a dream is like fulfilling a fantasy. Many of us never come close to it- living the American dream we only can afford the Fantasy version. To achieve such goals in life no determination nor handwork is needed, you can get smuggled into USA and work as a janitor for a few years before being promoted to head cleaning department.(just saying) I usually visualize how kids in the states enjoy their life; water-skiing, skateboarding, snowboarding and many other stuff that I only get to watch, courtesy of the television. Its not a complaint, I do love it here in Africa and plan some day on going abroad, but it would never be the same, as my teenage years are already over. A kid in the states wakes up brushes his/ her teeth, drinks juice with toasted bread and finally get driven to school, compared to average social status Kenyan where we wake up wash our faces and cook tea, and run to school only to be welcomed by whips since you are late. Prom parties are held each and every year in high school and kids are allowed to go and have fun. In Kenya you will be told "you will start partying when you have your own home". Although our life is not as sweet as theirs we always find ways of blending in and enjoying ourselves. They make toy-cars we make wire and rubber band cars which are even better and creative piece of art. So rather than waiting for your dream to come true or fulfilling your fantasy. Find another way round for there are many ways to kill a rat and if you dare work hard enough, achieving your all-time goal won't be such a nightmare . As they say the night of a thousand laughs starts with a single smile, so would be your journey to success.
Curiosity killed the cat, but am sure it won't kill me. My curiosity is unique, not like the girl-type curiosity where gossiping is involved. Am ever curios with technology. No gadget in my house has never been dismantled by the great technician with a PhD in curios-tech mind. You see, when you watch too much cartoon they start getting into your head. If any of you had the chance to watch KND- Kids Next Door

on cartoon network, you would bear me witness that they make extremely creative technology. So after watching, I could go sit down somewhere and take some pieces of broken gadgets and try to patch them up. I would end up being electrified to numbness. I also tried making a tree house, which was so hard that I gave up. Although what I did manage to make was a catapult, which I used to hunt birds. I thought it would be fun in the beginning, but running in the scorching, earth-baking sun turned out to be stressful, since I never stoned any bird- even the sick ones slipped away. I guess I wasn't as good as David or maybe the birds weren't as big as big as Goliath to make them not so hard of a target. BTW, ever imagined living like a bird, interminable freedom, you can fly away from any dangerous situation. But most important of all, never working, but always eating whatever you want.
So I wouldn't be wrong if I say; with kids its not about fantasizing its having false hope. False hope that makes them believe in the future. A future that they will come to realize never existed but only in their minds.