I want to be light
like neon signs
that make faces glow
pinks and oranges and blues
illuminating smiles
the brilliance of long nights
of spirit and freedom
I want to be warmth
a favorite blanket
fresh from the dryer
on a day where everything
outside the window
is covered in powdered sugar
I want to be adventure
pick-your-own
wildflower fields and
ice cream you eat fast
or it melts on
summer evenings where
the sun never sets
what I really want
is to be like the little things
the wonderments of the everyday
to be daily serendipity
and to give the world that joy
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
