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.
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