midnight ruminations
I feel like I can do anything, like I'm 18 in my parents' soon-to-be bedroom enlarged, when it's dark and my head is clear.
My future goals:
-Go back to Spain. And live.
-Live in England.
-Live in Ireland.
-Live in the Netherlands.
-Live in Peru.
-Speak Dutch.
-Write more.
-Do Teach for America.
-Teach high school English.
-Be a sex therapist.
-Pyschologize with homeless youth.
-Read Chaucer aloud with someone who loves it.
-Be 20th century-esque.
-Quit life and go on tour.
Wanna come with me? Let's travel the Appalachians with a book of hebrew love-letters. We'll bicycle all night and nap under wooded trees to pass the days, all the time sifting backwards through someone's old imprinted love. Bring your tap shoes, we can dance the words aloud.
My future goals:
-Go back to Spain. And live.
-Live in England.
-Live in Ireland.
-Live in the Netherlands.
-Live in Peru.
-Speak Dutch.
-Write more.
-Do Teach for America.
-Teach high school English.
-Be a sex therapist.
-Pyschologize with homeless youth.
-Read Chaucer aloud with someone who loves it.
-Be 20th century-esque.
-Quit life and go on tour.
Wanna come with me? Let's travel the Appalachians with a book of hebrew love-letters. We'll bicycle all night and nap under wooded trees to pass the days, all the time sifting backwards through someone's old imprinted love. Bring your tap shoes, we can dance the words aloud.