cirdt

i do not want to study. and you cannot make me. so take your vile heathern gpacalculatory ways and begone. i am feeling very wistful. i do not wish to be this way, but seemingly have no choice. i want to be an idealist again. i want to believe in magic. i want to type with only fingernails.

i want to pause the sidewalk traffic to better make up stories as the faces pass. i want to know how she felt when she had her first child. i want hear his voice when he named the labrador puppy he was presented with christmas morning when he was seven years old. i want to know why the lines on her face are just so. i want to taste lemon for the first time again. i want.

i want

sometimes i think i create
emptiness
only to have places
to fill
with wanting



i want you to kiss me
like the wind
in early spring
with the bite of winter softening
into green
and blossoming grace.
i want to feel you
as i feel that wind
blowing across lips
wet from drinking
green tea
with just a hint
of honey.

i want to see you
as the sunset
over city buildings
watched through the trees
in my summertime backyard.

take your time,
i will be waiting.

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i have been writing too much lately, and living too little. i want to feel like sunshine again.