My golden life will be engulfed with nothing but pure memories that are sweeter than the nectars that gods place upon their perfect plump lips.
They will drink to my life because it will be the lost treasure that children, thieves, hero’s, and I dreamt about. It will be a life where I, without a care in the world, would dwell. Yes, one where my pride, my anger, my sorrows will not project onto anyone - not even myself.
I do not care about luxuries because they do not make me happy. They make people stupid, selfish, and bland. Who cares if your life is full of wealth because your life should be satisfying. It should quench your dry thirst and fill your insatiable hunger.
I imagine my perfect life as something as timeless as the photo you found in your parent’s home of their first memory of you. The pure joy in their wide dark almond eyes when they held you for the first time, the awe of your presence rendering everyone silent just to hear your soft coos. I will be satisfied when life is subjected to that euphoric silence.
I can never really imagine living a life like that and it only brings pain to my existence to imagine something so unobtainable.
It is a cruel thing, living I mean when you’re hungry and thirsty. I understand these things because..for as long as I can remember I have been deprived of the bare necessities. I am only just satisfied by the lukewarm body that holds me in cool winters. I wish nothing more than to be full.