I want someone to say beautiful things to.
I want to look out my bedroom window and see a tree with thick green leaves.
I want to wear deep red lipstick and kiss the people I love all over their shoulders.
I want to learn how to poach an egg.
I want an old man with long gray hair to teach me how to play the banjo.
I want people to stop being stupid about marriage and gender and racial equality and realize that everyone deserves to feel safe and true to who they are on the inside.
I want teachers to teach literature that isn’t all written by old white men.
I want someone to reimagine the videogame Halo with ukuleles instead of guns.
I want to find all the people who never got asked to slow dance at school dances and slow dance with them until their feet ache.
I want to write with as much honesty as I can.
I want open palms and nights of rain.
I want months of spring.
I want to watch movies with happy endings.
I want to spend days on front porches sipping through jugs of wine.
I want every day to be a little scary and a lot spicy.
I want to have children with wild hair and wilder dreams.
I want to tack packets of seeds to cork boards above my bed just in case I need a new beginning.
I want to live with an open road in my heart.
I want to get better at seeing the beauty in ordinary things.
I want all of my yesterdays to be things worth remembering.
I want to love and be loved.
I want to know what you want and I want us to work together to turn this world into a place flooded with passion and electricity.