I Dream
Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do
She traveled to distant lands, where brushes of paint had colored the skies in hues of pink, purple and orange, mixed into one another like an eternal sunset; to places of opulence and grandeur, with each step she would take on the stretch of clean, golden sands filled her heart with excitement and joy of children during Christmas Eve. In here, she was a different person; gone were the rags she called clothes and the horrible, tangled mess that was her hair. But still, whenever she closes her eyes, she could smell the agonizing mixture of piss, trash and booze on the sidewalk, hear ignorant voices shouting obscenities, and see a plate of spoiled rice topped with a single piece of sardine, waiting to be eaten like the gourmet dish it was.