Sometimes, I wish...
...I could climb to the tippiest top of the tallest tree and pluck its leaves and ponder.
...I could run fast and far until my lungs dissolve and my legs melt into the gravel.
...I could open my mouth and sing until my heart bursts and sends a symphony shivering down my spine.
...I could open my mouth and sing until my heart bursts and sends a symphony shivering down my spine.
...I could scream until my voice becomes like nails against a chalkboard and bang my head until my vision is nothing but stars and licorice.
...I could take a million color-drenched paintbrushes and splatter a canvas with burning passion until the fire within me subsides.
...I could curl into a black-and-white ball and cry a thousand silver tears until I drown in my own emotion.
...I could sprout an enormous pair of butterfly wings, soar to the nearest cloud, and take a nap in a pool of sky blue.
...I could skip through a valley of dandelions, throw my head back, and laugh at the snow-capped mountains.
...I could cover my face with my hands and breathe between the cracks in my fingers until my head fills with helium and I'm up to my waist in pure atmosphere.
Sometimes, I wish I could live with no limits, only desire; and dream with no destination, only lust.
-Kati Davis


