I want to dance until my stomach aches from twisting and twirling and spinning. I want to feel my mind melt into my hips and legs until I am free. I want to drive on desert roads with a seldom smoked hand-rolled cigarette, a blazing sun through the roof, a song that pushes the tears from my ribcage and a bare foot on the gas pedal. I want warm wind blowing through my hair, and dark coffee that pulses through my veins. I want stars. Stars that fall on me and envelop every orifice until I become a part of the sky. I want warm clean socks inside of my sleeping bag and a good soft hat over messy hair that smells like summer. I want to say yes to adventures that spark out of madness and I want them to lead to more yes’s and nights of bold plans that may never happen. I want music. I want music that carries the weight of everything this world bears down on it and turns it into beauty. I want poetry. I want the moon and the setting sun over the canyons and the ocean and the smel of the redwoods and the wet ferns in autumn. I want to love without borders and lines and compartments. I want to never hurt but always heal and, if I cannot do that, I want to at least try and do no harm (but take no shit) I want to inspire and be inspired. I want to swim low into the depths of myself without the fear of getting lost. What do I want? I want to live every moment.
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