UnTiEd ShOeS aNd BrOkEn PeNcIlS

Everyone dreams of a perfect world. We all think about things we would change if we had a choice, whether it be the tiniest detail or something huge and dramatic. In mine...everytime i wake up in the morning there is a precious little bird in the tree outside of my window, singing his little heart out just for me. It is never a battle to get out of bed, because i have been given the promise that nothing will go wrong and it will be more than worth it to get up. Outside, the sun hits just right so the clouds turn into fire. School is an escape and not a segregation re-run. Everyone talks ffto everyone no matter who their best friend's sister's cousin's mom's dog's previous owner is. Shoes dont untie and pencil tips dont break. Lockers dont jam and doors dont slam, but close gracefully as if made of glass. Everyone is themself. There are no secrets, no lies, no walls, and no judgement because the previous dont exist. Everyone has a family like the Cosby's with perfect children, beautiful homes, and more than enough love to go around... and then some. We all have lamps with a genie but have more than just three wishes. There are no tears except those of pure joy, and are shed for all the world to see. Hugs are given freely so that no work is required in recieving one. They are the cure to everything, and have the ability to mend any internal broken seam. Love isnt a word that is terrifying to say but is more than willing to not only be contageous but infectious. My perfect world. Without blemish. But this wish is only woven and spun by the blind and ungrateful mind living in THIS world, for this may not be perfect or occupied by perfect people, but covered with scars of imperfection waiting in anticipation to be transformed into some extension of a perfect existence. Making a wish for someone else very much a reality.