kicking through the darkness just to reach daylight
 
a sudden thought strikes me as i'm slowly mesmerized by rain dripping down the windshield. "my dreams are simple."
 
what i want is simple, i mean. i want a house with room for other people. people i haven't known, or met before- i want room to sit down and talk with these people and absorb things from them. i want children. oodles of them, if i may use a poor expression. i want a garden that has vegetables and a tree for shade. i want a cat. i want to bake bread every day. i want good music. and i want to be able to see and hear georgian bay while having all of these things.
 
maybe i should write these things down physically.