What's a picture of me,
standing in the sunlight,
the beautiful fluffy clouds
rolling behind my back,
my eyes squinted from the light,
the depth of brown gazing?
Does this life have meaning?
Is the sunlight what I make it?
ARe the clouds the dreams I let slip away?
So sometimes I look at the ground,
I scrape my feet making patterns in the dirt.
Hearts and circles, zigzags and smiley faces, xes and fine imprints of my foot.
I like the distraction of the feeling of soft powder on my foot.
And what is it about these distractions?
How comforting they are. And somehow my life is less confusing, and the world is..
well, it's... it's kinder in a sense.
It's kinder when you're not paying attention.
Hmmm, I love warm sunshine and still air. Why is it that it's almost more wonderful to sunbathe on a rock, staring at the gorgeous mountains daydreaming about having something and someone special, than actually having it? In my mind, it's how I want it to be, played out exactly right.
I can be in love if I want to be. and in my own dream, he actually loves me back... that's so strange and foreign for me. What would I do if my dreams came true?
If I saw myself on TV, if I looked how I wanted to, and I was so very intelligent, and I had someone... someone to share with and listen to, and wrap my arms around and make me blush and glow.
Could my life be perfect? If I had all that i dreamed of, where would the dreams go? I guess I'm afraid I would never dream again, and if I never dreamed, would I still be human? Can I still exist on more than one dimension without fantasies, without scheming?
Do my problems define who I am?
The green light is always beyond the lake as it has been made clear by those brilliant. But I find pleasure in reaching for it. But, I don't stretch myself. I find that comfortable place to rest, sitting on my rock, gazing at the glorious mtns, dreaming of anything and everything.
I ride home, perhaps away from the sunshine,
but happy.
