My Dreams Cost More Than A Dollar
I want a life so lavish, I would not be able to recognize it from where I stay today. A life lived beyond the limitations of my own conscious understanding. I want struggle to no longer be a vantage point. I want not to feel like a selfish, stubborn bitch for owning how much I deserve this. I want red lips on my secrets. Salt water kisses and shivers from a water too blue. Laughter that breaks me open on purpose.