It all may not seem familiar. But it is to me. The smell of the air, the cool breeze off the lake. The sight of the waves crashing up onto the shore. The significant smell of the pine tree's near the forest. Walking on the familiar path I’ve walked on a million times. The path of dreams. The only place you’re able to go, to escape work, life...reality. To escape being you. How often you see that extravagant guy behind your eyes. The dream that he is all yours. And YOURS only. The wonderful dreams that he takes you for a walk on the beach. To watch the sunset, give you the perfect smile. Then give you a peck on the cheek. but the worst of it comes when you wake up.
The wonderful dream
October 10, 2008