I
would like to become a wandering gypsy and settle down by a river with brightly
coloured pastures and a small cottage.
I would run around barefoot with rabbits-like-cottonballs.
I would run around barefoot with rabbits-like-cottonballs.
Feed
them the fresh carrots that I would grow on my own land, along with a portion
dedicated to holy grass. I would sit beside a small pond and admire that bunch
of naughty turtles. Own a few horses which shall be used a) for moving
around b) for earning some dough by their gifts of mating. I would like to
hangout on my tree-house all day long. For it will be a home for all my secret
desires. And shut the world outside.
A
life that will be away from all but close to myself.
Ending
of the world, will not be a problem then.
As
I would make and unmake it each day, over there.
