Just for a day.
I want to roll down a hill under the clear blue sky.
I want the sun to kiss my skin and music to pump through my veins and
I want to sing. And scream.
I want the sunset to roll around and I want to sell my soul.
I want to get drunk on laughter and high on life and
I want my feelings to spill out of my mouth in incoherent sentences.
I want to dance because I can’t dance and
I want to ride an elephant.
I want to jump in a lake. For no reason at all.
I want to cry at dusk because it always makes me so stupidly sad.
I want to punch my way through anger and scribble through boredom and
I want to laugh at nothing.
I want the word ‘consequences’ not to exist.
I want to be careless. Stupid.
Just for a day.
