22.5

I can’t help but think there is so much

More

That in my 22.5 years I’ve done so very

Little

And my biggest fear is not merely

Dying

But the thought that I’m not really

Living

I want to drift off course in a hot air

Balloon

I want to dip my toes in the salty

Ocean

I want to get lost in a dense

Forest

I want to sleep under the

Stars

I want to spend all day surrounded by

Books

I want to drive with no real

Destination

I want to lay in bed with someone held

Close

I want to whisper secrets that hang around my

Head

I want to feel like I’m grounded and flying during a

Kiss

I want to smile at every person I see on a

Bus

I want to travel a great distance by

Train

I want to send everyone I know a

Letter

I want my big gestures to be

Appreciated

I want my little gestures to be

Cherished

I want to stand out in a

Crowd

I want to fade into the

Background

I want someone to hold my

Hand

I want to know without doubt what I

Believe

I want to live without fear of

Dying

I want to die without regret of not

Living

So that in another 22.5

Years

I will see all I’ve done and

Smile

All the while creating a list for the next 22.5

Years.