Life is a mushroom. A Touch. Wisdom. Life is sharing. Living. Life is leisure. Family. Life is abundance of generosity. Love. Healing. Essence. Life is everyday. Life is fruitless without everyday. It loses its charm, cadence, soul. Life is life. Life is a kid in a candy store. Joy. Life is endless bubbles. Fun.
My backyard last night, all covered up in pink. Can’t beat it, can you? Breathe!
I want food, real food, delicious food, a variety of food. I want orange, orange juice, orange flour, orange cake, grapefruit, lemonade. I want fruits, various fruits, a variety of fruits, colored fruits. I want fresh vegetables, green leaves, many shades of hues. I want to solve the puzzle, caress the paint brush, pick from the domino table, feel my mouth full but right about now, I can only dream. I can only dream and pretend that I am at the supermarket, the aisles are filled of goodies and I running around, picking from it like a kid in a candy store. I can only because I can’t. I can’t because I am delirious. Yes, I am still hallucinating.