I want
to fall in love without having to change myself.
I want to travel, witness that first ray of sunlight on a brand new day, read a
good book outdoors next to a picnic basket, being pushed on a swing with my
legs wiggling in the air, going on a hunt for a four leaf clover, wasting my
Sundays like a sloth in bed, float on the Red Sea until the sun is ready to
set, have a kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower with the wind in my hair, listen to
street music at night while taking in the city lights, visit an old folks home
and listen to the stories of their younger days, attend John Mayer’s and Coldplay’s concert
with my lover, experience scuba diving in The Great Blue Hole of Belize, meet
John Green and thank him for his imagination and his incredibility to touch the
hearts of others, figure out the word that defines the opposite of loneliness, start
something that actually brings changes to the world.
I want
to inhale love, and exhale hate. I want to see a lot of things and be the best
version of me and make a difference and inspire others and find the place or
the person that makes me feel like home. Always. I want to belong, and be
loved, and be understood. I want to fall, and get back up, and proceed.
I want
to write a novel, and it shall be anonymous, and I will be so brutally and
provocatively and bewitchingly honest that a little piece of me will live in
all of you forever.
I want to do a lot of things, but for now I shall first try to solve the mystery of getting out of this labyrinth of suffering.
I want to do a lot of things, but for now I shall first try to solve the mystery of getting out of this labyrinth of suffering.
