my wants, not needs

i wanna swim laps till i can't breathe, climb till my limbs are raw, sleep for days, wake up to rain and blueberry pancakes, cuddle under blankets with a warm drink in my two tired hands.

i wanna ride a vespa on the streets of italy, sail in greece, run in the spanish hills, paint in the studios of france, chill in amsterdam,  and dip my feet in the waters of the bahamas.

i wanna make a difference, get a job-living the life i love, painting in galleries and breathing in the smell of spray paint on fresh bricks.

i want to create textiles that turn into shoes, shoes all over the world on different sets of feet. 

i want to work for all kinds of people and give freely. 

i want to work in a bakery were you create smiles through food and cakes of all colors.

i want to forget about the past and move forward.

i want to make beauty exist in its own way. i dont want beauty to be a face, a name but a state of feeling, a choice.

i want to play in the rain and then go inside and then warm up.

i want to sit in a cafe midday and drink wine and eat chocolate, dark chocolate.

i want to go on adventures without thinking, be spontaneous.

i want to wear cutoffs and get tattoos and piercings. 

i want college to pay off.

i have too many wants.

i want to do too many things.