Feeling the sun shining down on you?
That is what I imagine life being, like, the best life possible.
A stone, on a beach.
A fish, in a lagoon.
A leaf on top of a tree.
A bone, whitening in the desert.
What do you do with reoccurring dreams?
When you know a room, or a path or a scenario so well...
What does it all mean and why did it choose me?
I don't know what to say about that.
I just wish it didn't feel so heavy.