When will the day come where I don’t have to think of just my survival? Of other people’s survival?
Is there a moment where I am allowed to dream freely?
To truly see all the possibilities?
To be open to dreams I could never even fathom by myself,
because it’s just that free-willing?
The kind of fantasies that dance around each other,
creating new dreams with each step and movement.
They’re so free that they create dreams upon dreams upon dreams,
compounding across realities that you thought you could never reach.
I’d like that someday. somehow. anyhow.
However that could be possible.
I’d gladly fall asleep to that.
Carmel 