I want…
To drag my feet in the sand along the shore, as the fire red sun sets for a wild night, gyrations on a smoky dance floor, where I lose my inhibitions, briefly, and become something I am not during the day, free from an exacting intellect, free from burdens that sit with me even as the sky colours delight my imagination. I want to raise my hands in the air, body flailing as I embody the beat, taking a sip from the bottle of courage, and I’ll know no end. I will dance until the morning light and fall into my soft bed, unburdened, and not remember any of my dreams. I want to awake the next morning, still tired, but warmed by the fuzzy memories of celebration and freedom. I want to be free, be something more than I am, something more than my mind dictates. Is it possible or am I stuck in this shell perpetually?
