I tend to over describe the ordinary. Enjoy my complex descriptions and thoughts. Feel free to text me, I will be nothing but happy. 
I want to explore every inch of life. Admire the oxygen in my tired lungs. Make a mark in endless oceans and carve names under pale fingertips. Spread gold dust in villages and scream on top of a mountain. Walk barefoot in the rain in my favorite flower print dress. Feel how the raindrops kisses my forehead and washes away all the make up, leaving me exposed in every artistic way. Sing. Allowing myself to be consumed in every book that comes in my way. Collect stars and pour them on dirty white sheets. Draining the poison in my veins and getting healed by stars. Be accepted. Get beautiful so you are worth a second gaze. Inhale. Exhale. Fall in love with cities and buildings. Find the right one. Be able to feel loved. Love back. Kiss someone under a warm summer sky when the city is asleep. Feel heartbeats. Taste lips. Hear music. Play piano so good that your fingers get as one with the piano keys. Close your eyes and smell roses. Get lost in forest brown or ocean blue eyes. Drink tea on the porch. Get old. Wrinkles. Grey scalp. And when I'm done with my dreams. When my heart is experienced. When my legs are old and tired. I want to lay down in the sand as the waves kisses the shores. My love and I will intertwining our traces hands. Loose our breath in a oxygen filled air. And we will fly as birds across the canopy. Not a single withdrawal filled. And we will fall asleep to the sound of the ocean who traps our last breath in a beautiful wave. We will make a mark. Invincible but powerful. Our footsteps will echo behind heavy doors. Because we lived. Every inch of life. 
How would you like to live and end yours?