macbastard

Im hiding. I don't want to be found. deep deep underground. I want dryers dreamery ice cream. I want to sleep for a millon years. I want to not be so hot today. I want my heart to burst from happiness instead of beating at a regular unexciting pule, pulse, pulse.

I need wind and chocolate, and the ocean water to smash some sense into these limbs, lest I turn to the very substance in wich I live, cold, hard and grey. I want to see blood flow from my fingre at the prick of a thorney rose and sneeeze mightly at the dander of a cat.

I want to hope and not see death as the finalie. I want the eaons of existence to mean something. I want to know a billion awnwsers to a few questions. I want to have children and watch them play and have there questions ingnighte my imagination and curiosity.

I want a dog. A place to live where the sandstone towers above me and the sky looks down upon my head as I spray it with water from a magnificant shower. I want marble to be beneeth my feet and the heavy peat of insence dulling my brain.

I want to hear the titter of birds and the tinkle of chimes. I want to enjoy my life as I watch the blades of grass grow in the front yard that I biult with my own two hands.

But I am here.

M