My minds not with me.

Our minds have away of not keeping up with us. Well, guess what? Mine is still in vacation mode. When will I become myself again?

I sit, I ponder, where has my mind gone? Is it on the open seas, where the sea gull flies? Seeking out his lunch. Where the waves are high during the brunt of a storm, and smooth as silk when the seas are at rest. Where the sun reflects of the water with a light that makes your eyes sqwint, and your skin turn a gloden brown. Where the pools are cool and the breeze is lite upon your face. Where relaxation in the only event for the day.               

I know that I am still there, and relive the vacation we took, over, and over again.
    

I will go there again, and sometime soon my mind will return to me.    Till then I will dream of times gone past, and dream of ones to come. 
             
Never stop dreaming, for one day your dreams will come true.