Dreaming

The top was down, and we cruised against the wind. Red hair whipped in every direction, and stung each cheek with a snap that cracked against the skin. It was the first day of Spring, it seemed. The sun was out and the air was warm. We drove fast, and I looked up to see the palm trees that stood tall. Breathe in, Breathe out. I felt life today. It was insane to feel so free. The music that played overfilled me with soul and I stopped to think that maybe I am a little crazy. Have others felt this way? It was a peaceful moment, and I was comfortable accepting that maybe I was a little different. That is what made me an artist- I have an abstract perception on how I view the world... But if you have seen what I have seen, if you have dreamed what I have dreamed, you will know nothing is ever as it really seems to be. All the palm trees, the warm sun and the flowing hair.. is nothing more than a single moment of time. It cease to exist now, and I am crazy to believe that it IS real after it passed when it really is nothing but a memory. A memory. Nothing but a memory. And I am crazy to re-live it and believe its still real.