Set Your World on Fire

O my. I am filled with…longing. A sacred, vital, earth-shattering longing. I feel so ready for something. I want to make a connection, I want to pour some of my soul into someone. I want to live like it's all or nothing, wildly and surely. I want to give and take. I want to have such energetic love for life that I am completely full and empty and heart-broken. I want to make everything spontaneous and quirky and beautiful. I can't even express this in words. I wonder if I could ever dance it, paint it, sing it, act it. All I can do is compose it, write it, say it. Words aren't enough and I can never give them at the right time, to the right people. I feel like no one knows how I feel, truly. I am a dreamy, shy girl to them, awkward and uptight and maybe a little intimidating or haughty. If only I could give them my eyes, my heart. I think you'd be surprised. Now that would be art. My self and experiences literally on display. I feel so much for so many, and they do not know it. I laugh, I watch, I cry, I share and yet feel all alone. It surprises me how much love has to do with transparency, truth. Everyone puts on a face, tones it down, tries so hard. And they're all dying. Get busy living or get busy dying, they say. It's the simple things that make your heart burn. I get so excited for monumental moments and they always let me down, but when I least expect it I am so touched I could melt. May I feel everything, every day til I die. May I expect nothing and find it anyway. May I touch and spread and never ever forget how much everybody needs someone to care about them. May I do and play and not worry. May I be vital and happy, and may everyone find their happiness, too.