Literature
It's hard to explain
"Hey, what do you want?"
"I have no idea, really."
Silly things.
I want love, I want to crush and fall so bad I hurt myself. Cuddles, kisses, sex and casual intimacy.
I want freedom, unlimited time to play, freedom to be stupid, to have fun, to fuck up. I want to get drunk and I want to dance in high heels, stay up late, drink away the pain and laugh away the shame in artificial neon lights.
I want green forests and gold sunlight, dry leaves beneath my feet, people by my side and running till my legs give out. I want to stretch out my hands and twirl till I can’t walk straight and then attempt to chase. I want to hide in the bushes