Just one day OR 23 hours and 59 minutes.

I dream of freedom even in misery. I dream of hope even when I have nothing to be hopeful about. Maybe I just need a reason not to give up. Maybe I just need a reason not to kill myself because I may be a coward.

Within those peaceful sceneries ...I see myself driving along with a smile on my face. The cool breeze settling on my face and within my hair. My eyes outshining the sun from happiness. No worries, no fears and certainly no pain. I would trade anything for this one day. The day where time tries to catch up with me. Such a day may never exist or maybe it will. That solely depends on how much I believe in such a day. It wont be difficult but will certainly be painful to reach such a euphoric state. But when I do I would certainly write a book on this one day. Stating every feeling, every thought and every emotion. Noting down every thing I touched, heard and saw. I wouldn't want to miss anything on that day. I wouldn't want to be missed on that day. Just me by myself for 24 hours. That is all I ask. Too much? Who cares because real or not real I will continue to fantasize about it and no one can do anything about it!