we long to move
to an ever-new wilderness,
explore grassy fields, unknown.
to escape the long, dry
years of life and all of the
differing aspects of our sorrow.
my subconscious has hidden,
a myriad of treasured memories,
of innocence, and of laughter.
transported to a land of magic,
fueled by imagination, lack of cares,
and the warmth of the sun.
all that it can steal but from our memories
we read a completely different story—
we are limitless, we belong to no one.
All for now. Thanks so much for reading.
