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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