Crave Sometimes I just want to slosh around in my art-making.
Sometimes I want to be dainty, and classy (and lovely).
Sometimes I want to NEVER look in the mirror.
I want to live in Spain.
I want to box.
I want to teach at a college and be called "professor".
I want to ride wild horses in Ireland.
I want to make crazy quilts.
I wish Miami was more quiet.
I wish I wasn't so damn sensitive!
I wish I was low-maintenance and low-key.
I wish I didn't hurt the kindest people,
and I wish I was better with birthdays,
and I wish I knew how to get angry.
I want to hear jazz with my eyes closed,
and dig my toes into the sand while dancing.
I want to climb to the summit and yell,
and sleep under the stars.
I want to laugh my face off,
and play board games,
and sleep in,
and eat croissants in bed with butter and jam,
and spill coffee,
and wear lace,
and trip holding your hand because
I am listening so closely.

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