Elucidating Questions

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

I’d be doing something right now

Something worth doing

Making music or writing something that actually paid the bills

I’d have met the love of my life at 17 and we’d be happy and queer as fuck together and it’d be great

I’d have a couple friends who came over sometimes and just chilled

I’d have a rescue, and a body that could keep up with rescue

There would be too many animals in my house but it would be fine

Something meaningful in my life

I wouldn’t be feeling nauseous because I haven’t eaten since breakfast and my body tells me it’s hungry by making me ill

No I’d have enough food to have lunch and I wouldn’t be living off of fucking government benefits

There would be enough to go around

Maybe we’d all live in this little community

We’d pool our funds and buy some hundred acres for the farm animals we’d rescued

Maybe we’d all work together

There’s be a we

Instead of it always just being me

Out here for me

Terribly

I’d just hum songs and my love would transform them into masterpieces

Let them know what was stuck in my head

They’d create from it

They’d play guitar and I’d sing

Maybe we’d make a wicked harmony

Wouldn’t need a walker to get around

I’d just stay in our little community and we’d love quietly and happily

Doing as little harm as possible

Cultivating the forests around the land

Bringing life to the world around us

I wouldn’t be sitting here on my last dollar

Yet again

Trying to make my disability pay stretch and my disabled ability stretch farther

If you feel like funding the insanity just drop it in my PayPal

I say flashing a link in desperation for the hundredth time

@magicmage

It’s always magicmage

Not much magic

Maybe there’d be magic in this alternate universe

I don’t feel like the multitude of verses are just the same thing slightly different

But maybe there’d be magic

I’d be so well fed I wouldn’t be having a sugar crash now which is the second phase after feeling nauseous of being hungry

Fuck bodies

Maybe there’s an alternate universe where I’m just an entity cultivating stars in a star nursery

No body

No hunger

Just happily doing whatever cultivating stars entails

No capitalism

No countries

No cities

Maybe I’d be happily cultivating my stars

And little planets would start to form

And I’d be all like wtf?

I wonder if planets were planned

How much is just chaos reigning?

What beautiful things would grow in my little star nursery?

Imagining is fun, sometimes

Even though it just puts me back to where I am

Here I am stuck

I hope there is a me somewhere, formless, free, growing tiny to me but giant to everything else lights

What a beautiful place that would be