I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
I want to live in a cabin in the mountains;
I want an apartment in the city.
I want botanical gardens on the weekends
and planetariums you’ll hold my hand in.
I want to have coffee with the sun as soon as it wakes up
and to take pictures of our messy cozy home.
I am alive and
I want to feel it.