Soaring like a bird
seems like a good idea, all free and light. But why would I bother imaging that
if I could imagine something even lighter. All my beautiful dreams of having
feelings of lightness, easygoingness, effortlessness, this is what I call good.
Dreams of the future that feel light, not weighted down by the heaviness,
rawness of the body. Without a body, things would be lighter, I guess. But,
that’s how it is. The nice feelings of a beautiful future are absent of the
body because it’s just your imagination. Then you return to the body, and it’s
not perfect.
Why is it not perfect? I
guess because it’s something always changing and not always for the better.
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