Dreams of the Future

                The sun is beaming behind the clouds, I am sipping a warm, soothing, hot cup of coffee, while my legs lay slanted on the outside chairs. I am covered with a silk revealing, white robe, a purple lace spaghetti strap, and I am finally relaxed, enjoying the sun. My heart felt so much love, so much at ease, I felt comfortably content. The man with the light brown hair, walks behind me holding a white blanket over himself. He leans in to kiss the side of my face as my lips grinned on the corners, I was so happy and so much in love. He held me for a few moments before he took the seat next to me. We ordered breakfast that consists of orange juice, pancakes, fruits, sausage, and eggs. The round beautiful diamond, fit perfectly on my finger. I felt naked without it before. The sweet man moved the table and chairs to kneel down in front of me. He was kissing my thighs and whispering corny jokes, I held my head back as I laughed and pulled his hair, I leaned in for a kiss after a long smile. I never wanted to leave this place that felt like heaven. I finally felt like I had reached home, after all of my years spent crying, spent battling this argument, I will be okay, I won't be. I do not see how this will ever end for me. It least the sun is shining.

        The skinny, tall man pulled me to elevators, he took pictures of me gazing at the scenery of the earth, he bought reservations for dinner, while I sipped wine and decided what I was hungry for. The middle of July couldn't have felt any more relaxing, and I am still amazed that this is really true, it is really all for me. I have seen so much pain now, that it is hard for me to believe that I truly belong here. Every sleepless night I have spent wallowing in heartache, has eventually led me here. Every turn that spun me towards the left, that I spent countless hours wondering if I said or made the right choices, has proven myself right all along. I have hurt in ways that have gone unnoticeably seen. I have cried tears that have built puddles of floods. I have smiled through the pain, simply because it was never worth the care. I have been broken long before I entered the years of becoming an adult. I have seen others before myself love, although I never understood the meaning, if it wasn't from my own giving. I have given and gave, all the while I have been empty, I have lacked from the nourishment. Now suddenly I stand here, I cannot help but to wonder if this simply just a dream, that I have made up from the countless years of knowing sadness by the heart. I have been used for more ways than just one, I have become def to the aggravated sounds of anger that scream I do not want you here, because I have heard those words time and time again. I have seen darkness that almost tend to be unbelievable. I have come last within each and every scenario, I have been put on top of the backburner, but I should smile because I am still here by a thread. So, when I stand here today upon this decorative balcony, I cannot help myself for the different kind of tears that fall, I have to stand here to catch my breath, this does not feel like my life at all. Feels like I have stepped inside of someone else's destiny and made it my own, feels like this does not truly belong to me. Although I am praising the sky, that this is myself that I am watching. I stand at the alter holding hands within his, my white gown drapes on the floor, my neck slowly tilts to the tinted, bright stained glass, as I cry for reasons that will never be seen. The tall man with the light brown hair, holds my thin curved hips, as he sweeps me off the floor to kiss me like he has just won the national championships. Life is so good for me now, and I have only just begun. 

-Micah Vincent