When I come to the other side of the bright light I’d like to meet strangers whom I can instantly call friends.
When my eyes adjust I’d like to see myself standing in a small children’s park, very small one, hidden from the world, it's floor covered in dried leaves and broken twigs, old dust covered swings, a small bench shaded by leaves.
When I look around I’d like to see the familiar, smiling faces, the ones that accompanied me here.
When exhaustion overwhelms me I’d like to be reminded that I can sleep here and now... It’s home.
And when my eyes burn with tears I’d like to be reassured that don’t worry you’ll find us all here and everything the same when u come back........
