I'd embrace sleep with open arms.
I'd not worry.
I would smile every moment that I slept,
and wake with that smile intact,
and I'd hold fast to it all day.
I'd forget every bitterness,
I'd not know anger.
I'd only know this moment,
and I'd be joyous just to be living in it.
I'd run to things and moments and people . . .
and not away from them.
I'd be free of myself.
I'd be released of my past.
I'd be simple and shallow in the good ways it means to be such things.
I'd be thankful without ever having to remind myself to be thankful.
I'd trust in me without question or pause.
I'd choose faith over understanding.
I'd be small, and would be comfortable in that stature.
I'd not comprehend fear.
I'd be brave without being brash
and confident without being cocky.
I'd be whole.
I'd be without qualifiers and disclaimers.
I'd be without excuses.
I'd be raw.
If not for . . . . . .
I really would.