My World

It's the dreamy world I live in--that's where the land dominates. In the so-called "real" world (which I don't consider quite my own), cruelty invades upon dreams. They are shunned as foolish. But in MY real world, the world of my dreams...

I can see myself running in the hot desert. The strong sun is beating down mercilessly, and I am reveling in it. I feel drenched in the heat and the holiness of the land. The very particles of sand that I'm kicking up in dust clouds are jumping about in their merry dance of joy. I am here! At last! I require no oasis, even in the patch of dry desert. I can soak up the sun's rays, the dirt, the sky. I can, I AM, soaking up all of my surroundings.

I can see myself at the seashore, floating about in a bliss all my own. The waves gently roll over my cupped hands. I catch a drop of water and watch it gleam a bright sapphire blue in the sunlight. I am here, and I never want to leave.

I never want to leave my world. I want it to accompany me on the aircraft, into the fluffy white clouds above, until I land at last in the hot, clear air of The Land. And then, and only then, I would consider abandoning my dream world...because my dream has, at long long last, finally been fulfilled.

L.R.
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