So, I'm still tired, but not physically, but I guess sort of...mentally. I am just bored I guess..Bored with sitting here in this boring white square with walls and a ceiling. I am bored I say, with this "career" of mine. I can sit here and think about all the things I am supposed to be doing, and the thought of actually doing them is more painful then any pain known to man.
I want a simpler life, where I can wake up when my body is ready, travel off to a job where my creative side is fed meals fit for a king.
I want to have a child that looks up to me, where I am a super- hero in his eyes, even though I am a mere mortal.
I want a lake a short walk from my back door, with a dock, and a boat.
I want to sit down and write everything that enters my head.
I want to believe that everything I want in life is within my grasp.
I want to remove the tight business uniform, and live freely wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and my bare feet mingling with the grass.
I want to relax under the sun, sipping a tall glass of iced tea overflowing with lemons.
I don't want to wish, and dream and hope for this world. I want to see, taste, smell and feel it everyday.
I want to be a little old man, stretched out in my garden, calm, without a worry in the world.
I want a home full of laughter, smiles and pleasant surprises.
I want dinner parties and weekend gatherings of friends, filled with memories of the past, while memories are made.
I want to teach my children how to walk, and to talk, and how to make their dreams be their life.
I want to lie down at night, and quietly close my eyes, and feel safe, and secure with the man lying next to me.
I want it all, and the kitchen sink.
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