I just knew I couldn't ask for more;
How could I?
This is all I've ever wanted.
The blue skies, the continuous navigational competition between the engine operated and self manipulated Aves.
The evergreen garden with sweet scented flowers, the colorful bees hovering above them for their daily stock of honey producing elements.
The 7 feet tall standing royal palm trees encompassing it, like the Great Wall does china.
The lateritious nature of the walls, the atrous tarred road and dark brown stairs that lead to the humongous celeste house in the centre of the vast compound.
What more can I ask for?
The azured eyed, jet black haired, curved lip, 2 feet tall , 3 year old girl with the bubbliest smile ever and albicant teeth, giggling down the hallway conscious of nothing but the fluffy puppy running around wriggling it's furry tail.
What more can I ask for?
The meanderingly curvy bodied, sapphire eyed woman with a personality as strong as that of a lioness in the safari, smiling from across the room with marble floors and the basquiat walls. Her smile as bright as the full moon.
What more can I ask for?
In my unconscious state of mind, my wildest desire flashed before my starry eyes. I snapped out of my illusion as Mr. Grey directed the question at me and screamed my name for the umpteenth time.
What can I say?
My only desire is for these dreams not to stay in my unconscious but to manifest.
I am only but a dreamer!
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Illusions Of A DayDreamer
RandomDaydreamers get lost in their thoughts all the time. Whatever happens in their unconscious in the "unknown space" stays fantasy that never becomes a reality. I am but only a daydreamer who wants manifestation. "What more could I ask for?"
