I dream that one day, I will wake up and not hate the world. I'd feel well-rested at the crack of dawn and take a jog to see the sunrise. And I'd know I deserve it.
I want to believe happiness is possible. I want happiness to be my possibility, my probability. My reality, and not the abstract longing that dulls the most vibrant colors, and cheapens a sweet melody.
I want to re-experience everything. Live it all over and change the meanings. When you look at me, I want you to see someone who loves you with unbounded passion. I want to return it, unfettered by the severe gravity of profound sadness. And I want to mean it.
I want to move. I want to jump and dance, just because. I want to walk with a bounce and smile at strangers. I want to sing and scream and be seen. It's somewhere I've never been.
I want to be wanted. Needed. And I want to stop the bleeding.
I want to demolish sorry. I am not. I won't apologize, and I won't regret it.
And I will sleep at night.
And dream of waking up to a world of love.
