Want, want, want.

I want to live in a quiet place where nothing bothers me anymore.
And i want you, you, you, you, you, and you to be there.
Just us, no one else.
I want wine glasses, candles, and poetry.
I want to say how i feel and feel what i want.
I want a dark room,
and pretty polaroids all over the walls.
I want corn muffins, tea, vegeterian sushi, and grapefruit juice.
I want to live in a place
where nothing bothers me.
I want to live in a place where i can smile more than i cry.
I want blankets, a fire place, and antique furniture.
I want endless books, records, photographs, and watercolours.
I want guitars, pianos, a song to sing, and someone to sing along with.
I want all this,

and i want the power to make it all happen.