Ideal, by definition, means perfect. So, a day where everything is exactly how you would like it to be, wouldn’t that be great? I haven’t ever really thought about it. It almost feels pressurising. What if twenty-four hours are not enough? There is so much I want to do, so many places I want to see and so many people I want to meet that I’m scared I might miss out on something but I’m going to make an attempt at penning it down.
I paint a wonderful world with thespian words, Claim it my magnum opus, With eclectic thoughts and vehement hands, Anticipate its mere existence. I look for it in this vacuous earth, With eyes and ears imploring, In the gaze of the streets, in the talk of town, Only to be left deluded. Utopia with freedom […]