Am I the last to know?

Bettye Levette

If life was like

all the woes have happy endings & techni-color dreams.

Being aware of the removal of myself from unsatisfactory situations for some time didn't remove the surprise when I realized I had completely lost track of the certain place certain time deadline. It's a first and it won't be the last...

All I wanna do is watch movies, epic movies, well written movies, movies with good light and good direction. Movies that develop characters only to suck them right out of my stratosphere when the delegated movie time ends the available script.

I wanna shoot rockets full of baking soda and feel the charge of knowledge, be the first to discover quantum physics and develop the mini skirt. I want it to be me that took the first spacewalk on the moon. I wanna win the famous soup easy contest and kick ole dickie clarke-o in the nads on the bandstand and be arrested for violence against high powered white supremacists in 1965.

I wanna have the first kiss on a deserted island and welcome a soldier home from a tour of duty.

I wanna write literary books of note and hang with spooky children in cold old foggy homes after I'm dead and don't know it.

I wanna bring down the romans trying to conquer the earth and end the crusades and fix the faulty sea kings.

I wanna wash your hair after a long day under the african sun. i wanna swat mosquitoes and tell the missionaries a thing or two about pagan graces and the value of heresy.

I wanna create the myths that explain lightening and discover mathematics. I wanna write down Cleopatra's real beauty secrets before the asp gets her.

And then I want to have a really long nap.

There was a time, somewhere before 2001 where I had barely time for anyone else's imagination, so busy with adventure and drama was my own reality.
But i need you now, you minds who are willing to share a story with me. To rewrite history both true and false so I might have something to think about other than myself, other than the crap in the news that I'm old enough now to realize is only proof that humans are unable to learn lessons en masse.

keep me from my sorrows and sadness over the plight of my species. Understand that I am lonely in my existence for a really big feeling. A really big feeling and I need a freedom from who I am. Write me a big story, a whopper of a story that I will never come back from, ever again.