I wish someone would beat me until I was flat as a pancake. A really flat one - maybe a crepe. Then I could be tossed out into a storm that is all windy and turbulent. I would be whipped and beat by the wind, carried far far away until I was thrown into the waters off the coast of Hawaii. There the storm would halt. I would readily dissolve into the ocean water, and rise up a new being. Then I would have a banana smoothie.
That's what I wish.
Lorien, you sound tired.
ReplyDeleteThe good news is that one can rise a new being without dissolving one's self in the sea...I know sometimes the other sounds easier though. But in reality, it's not.
love you.
Here's to banana smoothies.
Lorien, I think you need a Good Air Yankee Candle. You'll be amazed at what a clean scent will do for you. Also a walk on a windy day can accomplish the same thing as the Pancake fantasy. And it will be safer; rising from the ocean can be tricky.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wild journey! You may want to try a barge with divine light and air like the B of J
ReplyDeleteDo you write poetry. If you do I would like to read it. Your melancholy story was delightful to me.
ReplyDeleteSybil - I will surely look into that candle!!! Thanks for the tip. Allysha - I was tired, lol. But it's a great fantasy nonetheless. Rugger - I shall take your words to heart. Ro Ro - yes I do have some poetry, I shall share them with you.
ReplyDeleteLove you all!