I'm Trapped

My fantasy becomes my reality

I'm trapped in a cruel reality, so is it okay if I create my perfect fantasy. One that consist only of us 2, I'm not selfish, we can have blessed children and maybe a friend or 2. I'm gonna make this fantasy real, as real as real gets. Not one that's absorbed with material gains ie: house, luxury cars, vacations or a jet. So check this out this is what I've been thinking, that we pretend we've never met, neither saw each other before this evening. I'm figuring leisurely I'll walk up to you and express what I truly see when I look at you. From that moment on you will be inthralled, take my hand and spend the remainder of the evening walking, but not in any mall. Of course we can grab a bite, whatever happens next doesn't have to be light, maybe an adventurous movie or we can both hand glide..... what about the ocean? Let's go for a boat ride. Ooor you can hop on the back of my motorcycle, so I can take you on a ride that's unforgettable. Where ever we touch down we'll have dinner, unwind in silence or let the moment guide us. As the sun sets we'll mentally undress while we watch the sun glide to the other side. This beautiful sunset will give us exactly what both our hearts desire, not imagine, but in time indeedwill happen. No sex, just happiness and pure bliss in this moment that's been fixed. When the moon is full we will talk about that which is unforgettable, not just empty words or promises, but through innocence express whatever our souls desire so we can live. Lay back, relax and allow all that has transpire to naturally unravel. For through the words we have spoken, an action will birth a supernatural transaction. Now as we sleep the quality time spent has been so unique, so rare, so unconditonal, that the stars look down and in return grant what is unbelievable. A unity of 2 times 9.....we've been together in past life times and once we arise we realize this and commence.... through the powers formed thereof will this life time be filled with no more suspense.

Vonda G. Nelson