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I want to be stupid
I want to be naive
I want to be happy
I want to be lovable
I want to be bright
I want to be normal

I want to break the world to dust
I want to make another of clay
I want to feel life in my hands
a worm
a mouse
a child

I want the darknesses of my mind to be visible and yet obscure
I want to have power without need
but I don't want to be different

I don't want sex
I don't want battle
I don't want money
I don't want pain
I don't want humans as we know them

I want to start over
in the summer
underneath a tree
I want to sleep
I want to sleep with you
I want to sleep with everyone
without fear of myself ripping the lies with cognitive claws

I want to be lied to
I want to believe the lies without question
I want to be strong in another religon

I want conformity
I don't want to know how I am going to die
I don't want to feel other peoples pains

I want soft music
wind blowing
bee's humming
water flowing

I want to bend the demons of reality, slaughtering them by making a world that is true and comfortable even if everything crashes around me.

I want