i can't think of anything else in the world that i could want for myself, but there is so much that i want for everyone else.

maybe i want a cotton-candy blue dress that falls down to my knees. but really i'd rather spoon-feed vitamin enriched peanut butter to a starving little boy in africa.
i want to sit on the floor and interview a stranger about all of the little details of their life.

i want to keep what i have.
i want to jump on your back for a piggy-back ride in
Target when i'm 35 and see if we still get yelled at for our silly romantic playfullness.

i wonder if you will still taste like wild blackberries then, the way you do now.

i hope to always find your eyelashes on my pillow. and your warmth under my skin.

- c.

p.s. - monkey poop and banana skins. thank you and goodnight, goodnight.