Utopia

They were making houses out of stones & only the best stones were used. I used to watch in awe as I saw all the big stones sit one on top of another firmly holding the weight of each other. Each year big stones were made into houses as all the small stones watched them climb onto one another and cheered for the strong lads.  I was a small stone but a small stone with a big dream. I wanted small stones to stand as houses as well. I wanted small stones to be recognised. I wanted small stones to be cheered. And I didn’t see why not, we had the capability to stand firmly and bear each other’s weight. We were all stones of the same earth, some big, some small. I went around finding stones of my kind, some stones with the same hidden desire, some stones in which i aroused the desire but nevertheless, we were all small stones with a big dream. And we were sure that we will be standing there with puffed chests amongst a loud applause.  Days went by & we practised h