Mornings When Visions of the Future Are What You Wake Up To

I want to feel nothing but the reverberating bass in my chest and I want to dance with it

I want to sing until my throat hurts and my voice has left me

I want to see the turquoise water and the white sandy beaches on the coast of Samoa,

I want to take in the beauty of this world. All of it.

I want to hear the laughter of those I love and smile at their joy.

I want to inspire action, and facilitate change.

I want to play the piano as if the love for the instrument hadn't been practiced out of me.

I want to read. Escape to worlds long past, and worlds far future.

I want to haggle for pricing at a market in a

foreign language.

I want a cottage as my home.

A home that is always open.

With a garden outside my window.

With a few dogs and a few kids having adventures in the back yard.

With a kitchen always full

Full of sunshine, wonderful food, chatter and stories.

I want a husband.

A husband who will smile and kiss me.

I want peaceful nights, and early mornings.

I want my wounds to heal

and to find a place where I won't get any more.

I want to forget.

Forget about everything except for what I learned.

I want to create.

I want to live in my swimsuit and work at a surf shop

I want to be in the sun, and warm water

I want to meet a million people and always be close to my best friend

I want to go out every night

to bonfires on the beach

and clubs and hole-in-the-wall pubs.

I want my skin to tan.

I want to feel.

I want to live life the best I can.

I want to take advantage of the time that's been given.

I want...