The Sun

 

I spent Sunday morning with myself in my apartment, reading a book, thinking about me and my love for the impossible, and thinking how it could all come to be, me taken away from all this normalcy into something grandiose and magnificent, to a place beyond my far-fetched imagination.

 

My family called, he called, and everyone wanted to reach out and touch me as I was lost in my high. Sometimes you just want to belong to something that is you, and not so much you presently but you wish it to be and you don't want to have anything that was of the past to come to you and take you away from that bliss, that space, that peace while you bask in the glow of what could be.