Ideals

I want to enjoy all the places, i want to lie down on all the grounds i could think of, i want to feel the shape of things under my fingers, the hard grainy dusty roads, the black or white sand leaking in my hand, the prickly couch of a forest, the smooth hardness of rugs in every houses, the fresh grip of a river bed, the sticky touch of an overheating body, the itching caress of grass in parks or fields, i want to lean on trees and walls, i want to dive in every water, covering my eyes with mud, rinse my sins in crystal clear waterfalls, scrape my back on the bark of welcoming trunks, feel all the smells and find them interesting, i want to love all the places i lie down on and feel loved in return, accepted, and rest, and rest, and rest...
I want to look right and left, at the stones, at the clouds, the weaving clouds, the sky, at the superficial, the filthy, the soft and natural, the skin, the greenery, the bad, the soothing, i want to feel it all and be at home everywhere, i want to be nice and experience it all.
And rest, and rest, and rest... in peace for eternity.