My dad always tells me “Andas en la Luna, triame una piedra”, which literally translates to “you’re on the moon, bring me a rock”. Honestly I wish I could bring him one back, I wish he could see some of the things that go through my mind maybe then he wouldn’t laugh at me when he catches me randomly smiling. Sometimes I’m so lost in my mind that I forget what’s real and what’s not. Sometimes life just feels like a daydream itself. But is that really a bad thing? Think about it when you’re lost in a daydream have you ever felt that blissful in real life? You feel like you’re floating on air and you feel invincible. Whether its an escape or a past times, daydreaming keeps me going because that’s where I’m truly myself.
Take a long drive with no destination and no distractions. Lie on your bedroom floor and study every crack in the ceiling. Feel the grass under your legs at the park while you watch the sunset. Take time for yourself. Let yourself go. Let yourself dream; because you can only go to the moon by yourself.
About the Curator:
Ashlee Villasenor is a senior at Austin College who watches too much Netflix and listens to her music a bit too loud. Her passion for music stems from a childhood full of sleeping on chairs at concerts to singing at the top of her lungs with her dad in the car to every new album he bought her. She's a Tumblr obsessed vegetarian, an animal-lover, a "let's share our feelings through music" kind of girl, who you will never catch without her journal and her pen in hand.