The crazy can dream sane.
I don’t think a lot of people know that. Others just assume that the mentally-skewed have equally skewed goals.
Do you know what I want? Precisely what I want?
A home for me and my dogs. A place to create, to hide, to thrive.
Nothing extreme. Nothing absurd. Just something a little fabulous and a lot out of reach.
Am I, are we, so different than you?
Post-Note: I wrote this late last night. I don’t know what got my feathers so ruffled, but I thought I’d share it. There must be some reason I wrote this, right? (Yeah, I don’t understand me either).