In my
perfect
world
I would live in a big city
with good coffee
and a big window view
but still close enough
to a mountain with a waterfall
and a beach with a sand dune
I would sip coffee out of real mugs
and grow real plants out of real pots
I would have two cats
or at least one and a dog
and we’d bathe in the
never ending sunshine
and dance together when it rained
I would learn to breathe in air
that didn’t smell human
and grasp onto the wind
because it spelled out freedom
I’d hike far and wide
and touch every corner of the world
with my bare hands
I’d teach myself to make music out of nothing
and paint memories
with a brush and a pen
I’d fall asleep
after each sunset
right under the stars
instead of here
with a plan for a degree
and a job
and money
and without a way
to keep the pieces of this hurting world
from splintering off
and breaking me