Dreamy...

I think it will become a song once I work on it...


Did you ever have a dream where the grass is always greener, and it's vivid all day long?
So you put it in a song.
Then you place it on a pedestal, imagining it's better than it seems, but it was just a dream.
But you don't care, because you crave the green.

And all day, the same world passes but the flashes are still present, and in them you don't resent it.
The lines fade, so life and dreams are married, and it's perfect since the flutters haven't faded.

The night comes.
You lay your ear to pillow like you're trying to hear the sea shore. Just a child poised and ready to continue the adventure.
But you can't sleep, because you crave the green.

It's sun up, wake up, sit up, look around. Life is as it was. Same bed, same room, the same face next to you. Those same faces, without traces of your yesterday.
And you have to wonder, what it says about your life that you crave the green, green grass.
Are you craving things forbidden or your own supreme adventure? Are you wanting something new? Are you empty, full, or brewing restoration?

The thing about a dream that surpasses your reality is the wondering that follows. You know you want it. You think you can have it, and you hope it doesn't force you right back down.

But you almost wouldn't care if you held it but a moment, because it was so green.

So good. 

So green.