Things That I Want

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.