I want

To paint my skin in the colors of the ocean/to tattoo your name among those already lining my ribcage/to write the songs sung by the fae-folk, the songs sung at daybreak and nightfall/stars dancing around me, burning constellations on my skin/to get lost in the forest/to live a bohemian life; transient; moving from place to place constantly/to sleep on the beach; beneath the stars; with the ocean roiling just feet away/to get hopelessly lost beneath the storm-brewed waves of Lake Superior/autumn to last forever and a day/to find my dreams in every corner of the earth/a hockey season that lasts all year/a cabin at the edge of a forest; feeding and befriending crows; collecting herbs and stones; windchimes hanging from my windows and door frame; feathers and shiny things littering my porch/my mind to wander, yet my feet to always know the way home/a book that knows exactly what I need to read the moment I touch it/all the notes on napkins and torn bits of paper and gum wrappers that I’ve written or received to put in a box/more time with loved ones that I have lost/mountains in my front yard and an ocean hidden away in the forest and a fire always burning in the fireplace/a dog who will live as long as me/to be a wayward stranger in all the places I wish to be/to live, fully and truly, expansive as the universe/to be entwined with the very fabric of the Universe/to hold on to the fingers of the dawn as the sun rises over the mountains.

I want the whole Universe at my feet, and to take that first step without looking back.