I want to …
sleep in an open field [of daisies],
to travel west,
to walk freely at night … and live freely by day,
to move when I want to and rest when I need to,
to be at peace,
emancipated from malice,
to sit by the fire drinking wine surrounded by friends and direct anti-love into its flames

– a little Sylvia Plath and a lotta me ❣️