DAYDREAMING
Blind stares through the blinds, I find that..
We often catch a glimpse of what could be, what should be, what might be…
I see me
Dancing on the stage of a play on Broadway, reciting a monologue in a play, flying over the Atlantic with the wind whipping through my hair, I stare…
Off into space, to a distant place…a place where the grass grows tall and green, and the sun shines high without a cloud in the sky…
I hear myself giving that sweet “Beeeedddoooopp Beeee” in a jazz club or “Doooodaa Dooooo” Oooooooooohhhh weeeeeeeeee
Fly to the moon and land on the stars, we go far, way far, so far, covering distances without foot or car…
My imagination drifts like a plastic bag in the wind, winding, grinding, on the border line of insanity, taking me out of my mind, out of my body, into realms of fantasy and fiction;
Mixing work with play, night with day, black with white, sight with blind…Blinds…
That I stare out of to the sun that shines, until the day is done, and that’s when I’m done…
DAYDREAMING
