Monday, December 19, 2011

I Want. . . .

I want to have more than enough words to tell my grandchildren one day. 
I want so much that I lose myself wanting it.
I want what I don't need at times. 
I want to hear the right words not the right lies.
I want to see the world with my own eyes.
I want to feel shit I've never felt before.
I want to wake up in a different city at least three times a year.
I want to love carelessly and graciously.
I want to get lost doing it.
I want to the tell the whole world to fuck off and come back tomorrow.
I want my parents to be proud of me.
I want to write and write constantly.
I want to be my own fucken boss.
I want to be comfortable in my own skin.
I want what others don't have.
I want to read as many books as possible.
I want to wear out as many cleats as these pair of legs will allow.
I want to paint crazy, exotic things.
I want to be talked about and exploited.
I want the world in my palm not my shoulders.
I just want to live this life knowing I lived it right. 

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