Do you ever feel like your mind may well implode from the internal screams?
It seems like the more we learn the harder it all gets.
To go by life ignorant of our attachment to possessions, our worship of a corrupt system and the ever increasing knowledge that only the desperately hard working or the greedy elite will survive.
The appreciation of beauty is all that gets me by most times, the dream that one day I’ll be an old woman in a florist who’ll take little to nothing to give people something to stop them in their daily tracks and appreciate wondrous nature.
I’ll give up all my possessions, my youth will fade and I’ll go willingly with the one I love into the depths of a forrest far away somewhere and live in an abandoned cabin. To write and discover silence.
Until then I’ll smile, dream of how much happier we could all be if love was our economy and currency was a dead concept.
Dream well



