I just want to dance poorly and wear yellow pants.
I want to be the loudest pity laughter and to have good shoulders,
the kind people feel safe leaning on.
I want to be me and let them be them, in the truest state.
I want to live really intentionally, but be really quick to love.
I want to lay down on cold grass and feel warm.
Mostly I want to show up.
I want to be there for all of it.
For the change for the grow for the sit still.
In the end, I don’t want my life to look like only a few things were really important and noteworthy,
but every little odd and happy piece.