I rented a hotel room the other night. It was just for me. Me alone. I dressed up and ordered room service. I took a long bath and read half of my book. I wrote short stories and listened to the news. I laughed to myself out loud about jokes that have yet to be told. I sat in the richness of color. Primaries on top primaries… Complimentary aside their complimentary. I sat in the color wheel of life, turning the arrow to make my own shades and hues for the moments time. I dreamt — of travel — of faraway places that made me feel. Feel rich with experience and bursting expression. FEEL. Feel, even without doing a thing. Strangers would pass in this foreign land and I would know them none the less. I would ask about their sisters and brothers, they wouldn’t question how I knew… they would simply smile and say “She is fine, thank you,” “He is happy”… I would nod knowingly, “Tell them hello.” I would work the land and make food I’ve yet to ever taste. I would fill up on languages so foreign my tongue has trouble twisting the necessary corners to enunciate properly… but I would try… and soon after I wouldn’t stop. I would read old books never bought in my land about events and moments in time I never knew existed. I would laugh with the elderlies of great experience and wisdom. I would be living. I dreamt of living in a land full — full of vibrancy, of every color chaotically dancing with the next… and after I wake, I will be changed… this faraway land will live within me, and I will never see through the same eyes — eyes that didn’t travel my own dreams…
Even eyes closed can live a dream of every color.
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