I hope this music can drown out the sound of nonsense. The cruelty is at a soft buzzing now in the background. I dream of a day where the weight of hatred is no more. I will be able to breathe. I will fist the air, making my future my slave. Turning life into what ever I please. There will be commitment in everything, it won’t even be an option to not be. Everything that has been done will be turned to stone and polished with whole heartedness. Inspiration won’t be needed because everything will be achieved. Worlds would have stairs. Convenience in divinity. Hearts would match up like a jig saw puzzle, or perhaps we would just mold together. Spectators wouldn’t have a thing to say. It’s okay, they wouldn’t want to anyway. Your element would simply be you. Names wouldn’t exist. Just get to know me. Call me what makes me happy. “hey writing”. We would have our pick at the pretty things. If it isn’t this, it will be something else. The question about your self is not “how much will I bring” it will be “how big is the dream”.