If I were in charge of the world, banners would fly in the sky, telling folk how beautiful they were, not just on birthdays but on everyday ordinary days.
If I were in charge of the world, dragons would roam through the streets at night, lighting touchpapers of desire. Unicorns would drift by the sides of the rivers, breaking open hearts with the whiteness of their dreaming.
If I were in charge of the world, the doors of the offices would be flung wide open, and work would be done outside. Continue reading