I got to do work.
I don't want to, though.
I need to make the bed, change the sheets.
I don't want to do that either.
I want to write
not vocab or school-prescribed journal entries, no.
Long, beautiful stories,
Or at least scenes from them.
pages and pages of random ramblings and what-not in my notebook.
Those kind of things.
I want to go out exploring,
To the Corner Store, to the pharmacy, to the hardware store with the cat
Walk through the woods. Walk. Literally. Through the woods
Trudge behind my old "barn". Sit on the roots of that tree that looked like a chair.
I want to travel!
I want to go on long, long road trips with someone I love and get along with, or maybe alone.
I want to ride in the car at night
Fill up on ice coffees and over-priced breakfast sandwiches during the day.
But not just that!
I want to go to fancy restaurants.
And not-fancy restaurants.
I want to try authentic pasta
And totally-not-authentic, your-best friend-tried-to-throw-it-together pasta.
I would love to see Italy.
I want to go to Japan.
I want to go to (redacted town name) and walk around fearlessly and order food from a random food place
I want to kiss girls and boys and boths and neithers
I want to try being all of those too
written by Ari Painful Writer