for the love of april

its just started so well.
and i’m hoping for a long spell of days with old friends, family, photographic memory, waves of written word and some paint.
everything seems older. but its all so nice. nothing is really dismal or dark and almost all of it is life and light and laughter.
i could live on the street with poverty ravaged hobbit feet.
i could have lots of children and spend my mornings making their lunches.
i could be an activist with a real cause, running through streets along with the masses.
i could be a domestic goddess with my own tv show where i will drizzle strawberry coulis over delicate sponge cake.
i could see adulthood and youth and even old age through a lens and fill my home with photo books.
or i could just sit in an empty flat and dream all this.
or i could dream about dreaming.
maybe i will be something.

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