Why?

So I went outside, dragged out my chair, blanket in hand and music between my ears. It’s midnight with wind a whistling. I needed to clear my mind. I want to see the stars, babe. You know how I’ve always loved the infinite space. I swore to always be the dreamer, and yet, look at me, really, look at me. What do you see? Defeat? I don’t want to succumb to the books and the numbers, why did I? Why should I? What’s wrong with being poor and a-wandering? I don’t need a test to measure my intelligence. I know I’m brilliant, because when I’m under the stars I forget everything…right then, just then, I could throw everything away, and that’s when I’m brilliant.

Nodding my head to the music, it’s like so many times before, careless, carefree. Maybe I’ll be on the streets someday with my bohemian friends. We’ll jam to a song while the rest of the world hustle to subways and deadlines. Is it selfish? Do you think it’s selfish that I’ll let people down? Do you think it’s selfish to be happy? Everything’s so confined under the abyss of stars… I can be part of the stars you know. When I die, my particles will spread and stretch to the farthest corners of the universe. Will I be happy then?

Recall to when I was content, those were the days when I didn’t care, and all I wanted was happiness. I haven’t been content in so long, but today, just for today, let me not be only happy or nostalgic, but content.

Be stronger
Fly Higher
Don’t be afraid

Sometimes…simplicity can beat all my warped metaphors. ::sigh:: ::smile:: ::laugh::

Is it just a foolish dream?

IS IT?!?