all i want

I want to f l y.


I want to put on my blue, suede shoes and dance.

I want to run around with sparklers.

I want forty-one.

I want to lie in the sun and daydream.

I want to bake cupcakes and l i c k the bowl.

I want to read all the books hidden under my bed.

I want to go on picnics and pick flowers.

I want borrow Bresson’s camera.

I want to p l a y mario kart.

I want people to burst in to spontaneous song in the street.

I want to star gaze.

I want to listen to music all day.

I want to steal Donne’s words, Wilde’s wit and Camus’ clarity.

I want to sip tea and recite poetry.

I want a single day of perfect understanding.

I want to wear my pyjamas all day.

I want to sing in the r a i n.

I want to hide notes in babushka dolls.

I want to find love letters in antique desks.

I want to do cartwheels down grassy hills.

I want to be ambitious.

I want to be content.

I want to write poems about blue birds and nothing in particular.

I want to crack a crème brulé.

I want to click my heels together three times.

I want o n e more hour in every day.