Dear Morning,

O good Morning,

I could choose to write to

Sleep

and stay

asleep.

I could choose to kiss

my imagination

and cuddle

my dreams

as lovers, beautiful beings that

neglect

my true life.

My true life,

where my best friends are

tests,

quizzes,

essays,

homework,

my lack of

time.

My true life,

where

my lovers don't

exist

as dreams

or imagination

but as

nothing.

But I write.

I write to you and make you,

O good Morning, 

my new best friend,

in order that

my best friends

can be not

tests,

quizzes,

essays,

homework,

but actually

people.

Living,

breathing,

existing,

people.

And my lovers,

O good morning, 

can be not

my dreams,

my imaginations,

but a man,

of pure flesh,

pure heart,

pure soul,

pure love,

that will end up 

burning me

with his dream-like purity.

I write so that

I can kiss 

my imagination,

cuddle

my dreams,

in the real

world,

meet my friends,

obtain my lover,

like a conquest

for the holy grail,

and make it

all

exactly

and

in whole

a reality.

 

Sincerly,

Your Hopeful College Friend