I can see an opening. A clearing in my mind that raptures and tosses my conscience to his eyes. Ah, he looks at you every day. You're either standing or sitting, but he likes them both. I find him, along with others, flattering you.
I see a mismatched brick pattern lining the opening of the buildings. It looks as if Moses split the walls for others, like myself, to walk through. If you stand from the street, you can see a nostalgic sign, painted in the shady hall.
My body has yet to to walk through the crevasse to see what may lie on either of the other sides of the split wall. But, I keep having premonitions of what there may be. I walk through the separated walls to what I imagine to be the meeting tables. That's where I'll find you. I walk through it with apparitions dancing on both sides of me as I walk between the tables, so perfectly placed. I see a revolutionary building to the left with the roof made of plaster and roman pillars supporting the hallway leading to the entrance. To the right, something that looks like dorms or learning centers. Ahead is an opening that spans a few thousands acres of incredible and wave like fields of grass. Despite the enormous size of the field, I could make out a collection of fences towards the end of the field that seemed to defy the boundaries of my mind. It was an escape, but a never ending freedom to get to the fence. As I turn around, I spot you. Suddenly the sound of festivities are approaching to my ears and I'm overwhelmed with claustrophobia. I'm slowly shuffling through the crowd to find a seat to get a better view of you. I see you sitting there; you don't see me. I blow you kisses unknowingly, and hope that the unlikely will happen; you would feel it. You get up and continue walking through the split and unbalanced wall, so I quickly follow. As I turn the corner, a man: lanky, skinny pants, big ears, and a top hat on holding your hand. You looked so happy, but I was praying you would give me another chance by breaking your own heart. I seen you smile, but immediately straight faced once you put your necks together. You're sad. There is something your life doesn't have, a dream. You feel tied down, I could tell by just looking at you. Don't worry, I'm awake. This isn't a dream, this is cruel everyday fate. Goodnight.

Mustard greens and butter beans and sweet cornbread all around,
And don't forget the crookneck squash, fried a deep and golden brown.

Mounds and mounds of butter, on the corn and on separate plates,
And Jesus’ blessings, our bodies to his service, before we satiates.

Buttermilk biscuits, pull-apart-monkey-rolls and corn muffins too,
And braided bread baked tenderly by Grandmother, just for you.

Country Ham and red-eye, fried chicken and sawmill gravy,
Ready to entice with all things sav’ry.

Sweet Vidalia onions sautéed in bacon fat,
‘Cause Big Daddy always knows, just where it’s at.

We gather together, hand in hand, pressed cheek to cheek in glee,
Our hearts knitted in happiness, we are family!