the dream

I want to live in a world where I can do. A world where I think of something, and my body follows. Where my body and brain are one, where I can trust what I say because when I trust why I say, all works out. Where I don’t need to stress and freak and cry because instead I’ll be too busy getting it done. From the mindless task of getting in bed to the harsher obstacles in life, I’ll be doing something and that’s better than doing nothing.

In this ideal world, there is no need for a list and no fits over surprises. There is no disappointment, because I trust myself. I trust the universe and I trust us together. I lay in bed without salt streaming into my ears and I enjoy my showers. I can fall asleep when I get in bed and I don’t wake up counting the hours to the next. I don’t resent all of my surroundings for reasons I can’t explain, and I don’t even need to write this much because I can speak about my pain.

I write about the flowers and the black cats I see on my walks. I go on walks again now too, and I even take Benny along sometimes.

I sit on the sofa in serenity and I tan in total bliss. I look forward to the Sun and the goodness in my days. I put on happy music and repel my current solemn ways.