love is watching someone die.
i wish we could live within fantasy. where everything is magical and in motion..
but here, reality only stops and spins.
sinking and crashing.
i wish it could be winter weather all year long, and everywhere.
animals would speak and we could understand them.
plants could feel what we feel.
people would be known as beings who love each other.
we would greet with kisses and grins.
and live in the present rather than the past.
organisms not built for the capabilities of being airborne, would be able to fly, naturally.
everything would be natural.
and recognizable.
and accidents would be okay.
mistakes could be forgiven.
the clouds would always be grey and cold.
the air would smell crisp.
and the ground would be damp.
some people could live in drops of morning dew,
existing as particles of water.
things would be comfortable.
war would not exist.
we would have no reason to kill one another,
because grudges would be forgotten and forgiven.
people would rub noses, like the eskimos.
people would be different from one another.
and it would be normal.
and accepted and cherished.
and there would be a place where we could go to shut the door behind us.
stand in the dark and close our eyes,
reach out for things that aren't there,
and imagine them filling our lives with love.
our insides would tremble,
toes would squeeze,
hands would be held,
fingers enlaced in others..
butterflies would escape from our open mouths
and fly to the surface of our imaginations.
but here, reality only stops and spins.
sinking and crashing.
i wish it could be winter weather all year long, and everywhere.
animals would speak and we could understand them.
plants could feel what we feel.
people would be known as beings who love each other.
we would greet with kisses and grins.
and live in the present rather than the past.
organisms not built for the capabilities of being airborne, would be able to fly, naturally.
everything would be natural.
and recognizable.
and accidents would be okay.
mistakes could be forgiven.
the clouds would always be grey and cold.
the air would smell crisp.
and the ground would be damp.
some people could live in drops of morning dew,
existing as particles of water.
things would be comfortable.
war would not exist.
we would have no reason to kill one another,
because grudges would be forgotten and forgiven.
people would rub noses, like the eskimos.
people would be different from one another.
and it would be normal.
and accepted and cherished.
and there would be a place where we could go to shut the door behind us.
stand in the dark and close our eyes,
reach out for things that aren't there,
and imagine them filling our lives with love.
our insides would tremble,
toes would squeeze,
hands would be held,
fingers enlaced in others..
butterflies would escape from our open mouths
and fly to the surface of our imaginations.