Fantasies
I used to dream of being
thin
and beautiful, extremely
intelligent,
funny, interesting and
popular.
I used to dream of a
handsome lover,
richer than a king, loving
all the things I love,
loving me.
I used to dream of world
travel
in a luxury jet, a peaceful
world,
and freedom to explore and
enjoy.
I used to dream of living a
long
and healthy life. Able to
perform
unbelievable gymnastics and
dance.
But while I’m dreaming I
may as well
dream of being young again
in a perfect,
eternal world, no sickness
or death.
A place where everyone is
smart,
beautiful, intelligent,
popular, creative
and capable of doing
anything they wish.
And a handsome lover for
every day of the year.
No need to be rich when
everything’s free.
No need for a plane when you
can fly.
And I may as well dream
there’s plenty to go around
and
there’s nothing to fight
about.
Living forever in a place
of joy and peace.
Beauty and creativity.
Laughter and love.
Dancing and singing. Art
and music.
Maybe heaven’s like that.
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