I want a day when I can sleep on a hill top.

I want a day where I can have a trust fall with the wind.

I want to read a book so sad that I'll literally cry my eyes out.

I want to experience a heartbreak, the one where you 'think' he was the one, but he's now gone.

I want to own my own library.

I want to make, create, something that I will feel accomplished and proud of.

I don't need acknowledgement. Nor do I want acknowledgement.

But that's kinda hard when societal selection favors the known.




I'm here. I'm there. I have a family. I have a self.

So what do you make of me? :)
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