Love would be a requirement, suffering would be a prison sentence to those who refused to accept our way of life. I would no longer be hungry, I will no longer lose sleep, My blemished wings will be healed instantly, and oh how we’d love the differences that are our humanity. Years have passed down like minutes, and my mattress dreams have transformed into a pillow of reality, I meditate to alter my way of thinking, because the older
I’d gotten, the more i’d realize that nothing was the same
except my dreaming. That better place wasn’t around me, that way my epiphany.
It is inside myself, and we all can find it if we are lucky.