I want to dive into daydreams and swim in their vastness. I want to find where my heart lies. I want to be a poem written in ink, etched by thoughts, and strung with feelings. I want to learn to stop making wishes at 11:11, on wishbones, and on dandelions. I want to wake up next to a window with the sunlight saying hello through the cracks of my shutters. I want to fall asleep listening to instrumental music playing in the background. I want time to slow down into a crawl because I don’t want to just jet through life and miss the small, yet important, stops along the way. I want to feel the sky with the tips of my fingers. I want to lie down on a meadow somewhere far from here and gaze at the universe until I fall asleep till the instant of forever.