wishlist

I want to climb onto roofs and breathe the fear of falling. I want to know what flying feels like.

I want the branches of dead trees crawling up my arms, covering all my old scars and exposing all the new ones. I want words that would be lost in the wind if they didn't cling to the trees with all they are.

I want to walk into the lake and disappear under the surface, hold my breath for as long as I can. I want to know if being that close to drowning will make breathing seem like the better option again.

I want someone to make the effort when I'm too tired of trying myself.

I want blood.

I want everything.