i dreamt of a softer world.

where people didn't lie, backstab, and slander.

where it’s was a normal thing to run after the ice cream truck on a wednesday morning.

where the nights blended into the days.

where the days were spent… well, sleeping.

where you weren’t judged.

but who am i kidding? might as well just wish for a pony.

but who knows; maybe i'm wrong.

maybe i'm full of shit.

god

do i hope so.