stuck,

i can see it! the crisp blue sky that continues till the houses, the trees standing tall attempting to reach for it, and the suns glorious sending of its warming to life beneath it.
its warmth beating down on my body, enriching my cold limp being, lifting my hue to the colour of contentment.
the slight breeze releases the tension of the week, letting my mind drift away to the place of utopia, where my means to possibilities are endless. 'if only' my mind says.

i wish i could go outside.