Wednesday, September 29, 2010
My Own Private Dream
There are too many days where I just long to drop everything. Let it all slid out of my fingers, fall to the ground, and leave it there. If I could, truly could, I would live in a cottage by the sea. Cut up my credit cards. Walk away from the internet. Put my phone on the sidewalk curb and never pick it up again. Disconnect myself from the "world" and learn how to open my eyes a bit wider, a bit longer, a bit stronger.
The sea breeze fluttering through my hair, setting each wisp a'flutter. In a long skirt, sitting in a decaying field, feeling each grass blade poke me in their best efforts at getting my attention. Picking fresh fruit from drooping tree branches and marveling in the wonder of how quickly the apples have ripened. Under the trees with a book to read in the morning sun. The sound of string violin overtures filling every pore of my being until I feel like the melodies live in my throat. Dancing with the wind in the sudden falling amber twilight and losing my laughter in its grip as I spin, spin, spin alone, locked in my own private dream.
It's a big shame to me that I cannot.
At least not yet. Soon, sooner, soonest. Somewhere, someday.
Love to you all,