What do I want? I want the snow on my nose and the sand under my feet. I want mud pies and climbing trees. I want dancing in the street, playing in the leaves and tales in the darkness. I want silence and I want noise. I want to hear everything, touch everything, see everything, and I want to do it all twice, thrice if I am lucky.

I want to hold hands, I want to scream at the top of my lungs until there is no breath left in me. I want to sit for marcs and marcs and do nothing, not a thing, just be. I want to push my hands through the earth and soar amid the skies. I want to run, for no reason other than just the pure exhilaration of it. I want to argue, I want to engage with everything. I want to solve riddles. I want to close my eyes and breathe what it is to be content. I want to see laughter in eyes and hearts on sleeves. I want to be free and I want to be caught. I want to listen. I want to talk. I want to be challenged.

I want ups and downs, ins and outs. I want joy and pain. I want sorrow, love, laughter and no regrets. I want to have tried, and even if I fail, I want that too. I want to dance in the flames. I want to feel the cold seeping in at me and I want to feel the warmth melting it away. I want laughter lines and to have earned them truthfully. I want smiles, as many as I can get and any way I can get them. I want to aim high. I want to think and I never want to stop. I want to question. I want to hide, but I want to be found. I want darkness, for only then can I appreciate the colours.

There is more I want, I want to go on endlessly.

I want the world and I want everything in it.