I need a life where I can share.
I need open space for my deep breaths and soil for my roots.
I need pages for my words, the ones I write and the ones I read.
I need human bodies to animate the hearts and souls I long for, both mine and others.
I need canvas for what I paint and what I see.
I need stage for when I perform and for when I’m in the audience.
I need a pillow and a dream world to rest and let my tired mind roam.
I need a plot of land to rest forever, eventually.