Pink daze

In the pink dress
She hovers floating above the sea
An ephemeral future.
My dreams are all the time
If only they could fill all the grey and  stop to breathe.
Reality doesn't matter to my soul but it inflicts my body.
If I could escape the monotonous daze.
The repetitive repetition of existence.
The over and over and over and over of the pointless
Materiality of empty existence.
Time flows and is wasting the thinking
Freedom tied and bound and suffocated in the lesser mundane
Life running through wasted water.
Ged rid of this burden.
Society sells the sun to the soulless.
And be free.

childhood dream

One day Rose was cheerfully playing with her favourite doll. She suddenly had a thought. Her thought was "When I grow up I want to look pretty just like my doll. That means I will be happy forever and everyone will love me. My life will be perfect." Now Rose was sad.