I saw this painting of a little cottage,
Warm and cozy,
With smoke rising from its chimney.
It is right next to a river,
Secluded somewhere in nature,
Surrounded with trees,
With a thousand shades of color!
How often do I ache to go there,
To be alone,
And to be free;
Free of the burden of loving and caring,
Free from the pain of being loved and seen.
How I long to be bored,
With no meaningless activities to fill my life,
And no empty distractions to pull me aside.
With all my time devoted to my pursuit of dreams,
I can finish what I start,
And reap what I sow.
I wish to simply lie in the grass completely naked,
And soak in the sun as nature intended,
And not be intimidated by the imperfectness of my body.
I wish to stop seeing myself as a bundle of faults,
But a masterpiece of a craftsman,
A beauty set apart.
I long to wander as if I'm lost,
As if I'm looking for something still unfound.
I wish to walk without rushing anywhere,
Without making haste,
Without worrying one bit.
Perhaps then I might discover a cave,
Hidden behind the waterfall,
That echoes my voice as I sing to the nightfall.
I will read a thousand books
And why not write one myself?
Learn how to cook,
And grow my own food.
I will drink tea as I sit on my porch,
And carry the moonlight as my torch.
I will listen to the music of such peace and harmony,
That only nature can compose and sing to me.
I will dream a little and then a little more.
In my little cottage I will be safe with me and myself,
No one to hurt me and no one to hurt.
I will love myself fully,
And express myself freely,
And live as if I were invisible...
How I long for my little cottage that doesn't exist.
But then, why on earth does the imagination persist?
It is in the mind of the heart,
Where I can do things unfathomable,
Be with people unreachable,
And own places unobtainable!
So in my little cottage is where I am every night,
When I close my eyes and snuggle in tight.
And it feels better and even more real,
Than if it was any more than just a dream.
Let's sit by a cozy fire, drink hot chocolate, and rest, and I will tell you stories from my life, share with you my secret ponderings and dreams, and through all of that, you won't just get to know me, but you might even discover the creator of me, the same person that created the little heavenly delights known as avocados. Tell me, how could anyone who created avocados be anything but good?
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ReplyDeleteDeep feelings and a beautiful picture unfolded.