What’s it called? A wishlist? Bucket list? Whatever Had I one, I would wish this:
Somewhere Where I am me, you are you And the world is the same But not really
Somewhere where physics is different, Reality a little ****** up
Where food cooks faster Then tastes better Where cats don’t act ****** Four in the morning Where what we liked more Cost a little bit less
Where clouds could be slept on Soft and cushy Where breaths underwater Spoke to the Fish Where dragons exist, I don’t know
A place that’s better, In a bad way.
Want to write pieces in other languages. If I do, people would have to bother and translate. If I include a translation, some meaning will be lost and so will the mystery vibe of it all.
“What should I do when I don’t know what should I do?”_ Barney the dinosaur’s orange short friend