Tank@tankdigital@mastodon.social
I do not dream of labor. I do not dream of work.
I dream of gardens. Dream of life. I dream of
time to spend with those I love. I dream of quiet nights.
I dream a dream so simply quiet, chaotic, small, and loud.
I dream of days of sunshine and of heavy thunderclouds.
I dream of insects, mushrooms, water, soil and air and fire.
I dream the end my working days.
I pray my dreams aren't liars.