A simple question really
At its core what is it about
Wants
Everybody has those
So why
When someone asks it
I come up either
Empty handed or
Have too much
I guess that it the duality of me
Too little
Or
Too much
But really what do I want
I don't know
Or I guess for accurately
I'm scared of the repercussions of knowing
Because I focus too much on the ripples
And forget to admire the lake
I spend so much time nitpicking
In order to control
But the nitpicking and the obsessing
Has a control over me
To answer the question
What I want boiled down to it's most simple and basic form is
Love
I want to love another
I want to love my job
I want to pursue love it's it's every shape
And form
I want love letters
I want public displays of affection
I want secrets that are shared only by us
I want to unconsciously express my love
I want to kiss them whenever I see them
I want
I want to make my parents proud
I want them to know that the sacrifices they made were worth it
I want them to know they made the correct choice to keep me
And keep trying
I want them to be happy with every decision I make
I want
I want to fall in love with a profession
I want to be happy to work
I want to make an impact on other lives
The way others have impacted mine
I want to help
I want to
I want to be loved
Unconditional love
Love only scene in television
I want to be held
I want someone to tell me what to do
I want to not think when I'm around them
I want
I want to see myself they way they do
For the poems
Messages
Notes
Stories
They tell me of this
Beautifully crafted
Amazing constructed
Astonishing individual
And I fall in love with the way they fall for them
I want to see the person they see
But
Because another shoes always drops
I see only flaws
I see only imperfections
I see what I could be and what I've become
I want to know what I want
I want to no longer be scared
I want to be
I want to live
I want.
