Monday, March 9, 2009

I once had a dream

A wonderful dream where I would wake up and EVERYTHING in this world was as it should be.
I would wake up, and my mum would be her imperfect self.. standing by the sink doing the dishes, in the laundry smoking a cigarette while doing a load of washing.

My dad would be at the table, or in the toilet reading the paper.. or on the computer looking at the horse racing schedule for the day.

My brothers would faithfully be on the computer one playing vidoe games and annoyingly speaking so loudly into a microphone to someone on the other side of the world, and one chatting to his friends the ones that understood him better than anyone else.

And I would be me...
I would feel safe and secure, happy with my imperfect life. I would relish the fights I had with the people I loved. I would trade every little thing I own in this world(which isnt alot, but its enough) To wake one morning and find my house full of the people I love. The people that saw me through the first 19 years of my life.. not always the best years, not always the best times. But through the mistakes they did each in their own way love me unconditionally.

I'd give anything to have back that happiness, that I at times mistaked for misery.