Sometimes I dream. Dream of far away places. Places where I can run and be free. Where I will no longer depend on anyone else and no one depends on me.
I could run through the flowers and see each and every beautiful one. I would have no problems. No need to eat and therefore, no way of getting fat. There would be no one to compare myself to, therefor no need to feel ugly or less than anyone else. I could sleep when I felt it and run forever without getting weary.
But what stories could I possibly tell? If everyday was the same, I'd no longer have anything excited to tell. Who would I tell anything to, for that matter? There would be nothing new, nothing exciting. No challenges, no goals. Nothing to be proud of and no one to tell my accomplishments to.
I would have no friends, therefore no friendships.
No love.
A world without love.
