christopher

I want to learn to blow glass. I want a couch that doubles as a bed. I want indirect, warm lighting.

I'm glad that I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and willpower to get up in the morning and not go to bed the night before with a plastic bag over my head.

I hope that people are healthy, even though I know a lot aren't. I hope that one day I can afford to go vegan and loose my addiction to cheese.

One day, when I go to sleep, I'll wake up and not wonder where the hell I am and instead be content with the fact that I am home. And when I realize it, I won't look for her soft light.