I want to learn photography.

I want to drive on a racetrack.

I want to be rich.

I want to take a flight to somewhere.

I want to stand beneath a balcony and serenade someone.

I want to wear a nice suit.

I want to stand on a beach and feel the sand wash away from in between my curled toes.

I want to fall backwards onto a mattress.

I want to cry.

I want to shave my head.

I want to hold hands and walk in the rain.

I want to giggle uncontrollably.

I want to close my eyes and let my other senses take over.

I want to sing.

I want to take a train to somewhere.

I want to feel loved.

I want to be a better person.

I want to be happy.

I want to be me, for me, to be happy, to be me.

I'm a fool, there's no denying it.

I'm a fool, for expecting people to treat me like I treat them.

I'm a fool, for expecting the power of good to overcome the dreary and the mundane, and sometimes the bad, that surrounds me.

Loser. Me.