I think of writing poetry
Of swimming and gettin’ my skin tan
Of thrift store shopping or maybe even learning to sew
I think of drawing with my special pens
And picking what jewelry goes well with which clothes
I think of friends, of driving, of coffee shops and libraries
But I also dream of learning through seeing
Of experience in dangerous places
Of cultures and so many beautiful languages
I dream of having another life
Something I can share
I want my friends, I want my family
But I don’t need comfort
At least, I don’t think I need it…
July 23, 2011
(to be continued)
