Want to be a little bug or perhaps some kind of small animal.

Want to leave the house and go on a big adventure, the long travel from one burrow to another.

Want to have a little sofa, to sit on with the one i love. An old kind of love, yet every day brings new eyes to see with.

Want us only to be slaves to the seasons, and there to be no plastic in the water. We can sing and swim and dance until we fall over in hysterics, feet aching and eyes wrinkled.

Want to reinvent witchhood, as all woman-type folks do at one point or another.

Want the peace to be so strong it flows out of my fingertips, blessing every action and moment i meet.

Want to eat warm acorns, all mushy on the inside. There doesn't need to be any poison in the food.

Want to lay down so intently, allow the bones to just be heavy for once, and slowly sink into the soil.

Want, but not more than anything.