Sunday, February 01, 2009

All I want is everything.

I want shoes that fit me, that don't slip off of my heels or cause blisters on my skin, that have the perfect height and a non-skid sole.
I want someone to talk to, to bounce ideas off of and listen to my opinions, to debate world affairs with and spiritual trials, to complain to when life kicks back.
I want assuring words, soothing words, comforting words, eloquent dreams.
I want knowledge of another culture, to speak it's language, understand it's customs, enjoy it's cuisine and explore it's terrain.
I want to know where my father and his father and his father came from, where they have been and what they learned and how they felt. I want to know who they loved, if anyone at all.
I want the dress and the jewels and somewhere to wear them and someone's arm to lean on.
I want a bedtime that I have to stick to.
I want to be able to help people with more than just my money, to know how to teach and heal and calm and bring peace.

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