I often wish that I had the ability to become invisible. Maybe in the form of some insect. . . A spider suspended from a ceiling in a dark corner, behind some old box. Or maybe invisible in the way of dust lightly coving furniture. Just forgotten for a long space of time.
I often wish that I can go away on a long vacation, in a cabin facing a creek. Not one person in sight. . . . just the signs of the fall creeping in. A slight chill in the air, leaves showing a hint of color and the grass turning to that awesome shade of wheat.
There are so many things that I wish for. It's never much. I never ask for the great things in life. They have never been that important to me. The smaller things always mean so much. When you're invisible, you can't be found. You're exempt from the hum-drum of life and all it's complications that others want to bring to your world. DRAMA!
I often wish that I can go away on a long vacation, in a cabin facing a creek. Not one person in sight. . . . just the signs of the fall creeping in. A slight chill in the air, leaves showing a hint of color and the grass turning to that awesome shade of wheat.
There are so many things that I wish for. It's never much. I never ask for the great things in life. They have never been that important to me. The smaller things always mean so much. When you're invisible, you can't be found. You're exempt from the hum-drum of life and all it's complications that others want to bring to your world. DRAMA!
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