I dreamt I was a dog. Running full pell through the long wet grass, enjoying every moment as it came and went, not a second of my existence spent worrying about a future I knew nothing about I laid panting on some cool concrete and watched the humans busily rushing back and forth, shouting, crying, laughing in a language I didn’t understand, trying to stick to their 5-year plans, buying and selling, hoping their second house investment was a good one, fighting wars for oil, or land, or because their God is a better God, a vengeful God, the only God And I close my eyes When I wake, I find a stick, and I busy myself throwing it around, enjoying the stick for all that it is. Then I see another dog, with a better stick, and I think “I might fight him for it” Maybe I’m evolving?
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 04:59:40 +0000
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