this is lovely plate.
and it is true.
i dream.
not just when i am asleep.
sometimes.
i feel like i sit in a desk all day.
and people spew stereotypes at me.
all day long.
women. passive.
men. aggressive.
i get it.
i really do.
that is why, after a certain point
i start to look out the window
and i start to wonder
how fresh air would feel at that very moment
i wonder
what it would be like to have nowhere pressing to be
no philosophers ramming highly political
and questionable arguments into my head
i could simply
just be traipsing around the city
soy latte in one hand, a bag of market goodies in the other
all the time in the world
to cozy up and snuggle
peruse a great book or 4
with a nice cup of tea
cook and bake until
i am stuffed to the brim
do yoga.
twice a day.
and actually meditate at the end.
make jewelry all day long
in a studio that is all mine
then throw on a hip scarf
and shimmy around
oh. i dream.
the philosophers are calling....
No comments:
Post a Comment