All I ask is for a little wonder and beauty in my life. Why is that so hard to find?
Maybe I'm just maudlin, but I dream of things I can't put on paper. Of women who are beautiful but only exist in my head, of landscapes that are haunting and mysterious, but just as fictional.
I long for the talent and skill to see them to reality.
I long for someone to love me and show me that beauty.
It is the lack of these things that crumble my resolve and make me weary, so weary of living. For no matter how hard I try they elude me.
I know they are not myths..for I can see them in my mind, and in person sometimes.
If only they were myths it be easier to take.