I want a cat named Megatron that looks like cloud.

I want to shove you in my back pack with some crackers and water as I run away to adulthood,
to Spokane.

 I want to buy a house and show you all the songs I learned on the guitar while you lay in bed half asleep.

 I want to steal you away from everything you hate and replace it with our little brick house.

I want to smoke on our porch as you read the newspaper shirtless and wearing fake glasses.

I want to help make dinner then go feed the ducks at the park.

quietly blasting Mumford and sons.

peace

accompanied solitude

dresses and suspenders.

holey shoes.

tattoos and gages.

silence and pointless noise.

I want to heal what I broke or believe in what I have no hope in.

  I want this. But I guess I want a lot of things.


...what do you want?