I crave a life worth living. An existence worth remembering. Experiences worth treasuring.
I want my world to be a wonderland.
And sometimes? In moments, fleeting yet more often than not - I want a love so deep that I drown in it, saving me from an existence where I refuse to breathe by choice and not necessity.
When you’re three, you don’t draw what you see—you draw upon your imagination. Nobody tells you to stop putting wings on people, unless you have a most unfortunate preschool teacher. You are intoxicated by your own magic.