Wanting

I want to be original.  No, not that whole "make something up and call it new" thing, nuh-uh.  Not me.  I want to find something completely unexplored and undiscovered and make something of it.

I want to generate movement to uncommon rhythms that no one has ever seen before.

I want to turn reality upside down.  

I want to pretend to be original to be original.  

I want innovation and invention.  

I want art and intention, I want to look at a plastic Coke bottle and see something different every time. 

I want to paint the sky red.

I want to write a song that changes someone's life.

I want to be looked up to for the things I have done.

I want to inspire someone to change.

Most of all, I want to be wanted.  I want to wake up with my eyes closed and know there's someone there who won't say a word.  To feel his cold toes pressed into the sheets, to turn to his shoulder and bury my face in his neck, that would be something.  I want to be tangled legs and arms, seeing eye to eye and not needing to break the silence.

I want to step off of the stage in my costume and makeup and to have complete strangers say "I want you in my company."

I want to stand beneath the stars, under the arch of the Milky Way and feel as though those stars are arms reaching towards me.

I want my friends to call me and say "Let's do something," and for me to say "Yes!"

I want to want someone, I want them to want me.

I want to hug my sister.

I want to be more than just a dancer.

I want to be an artist.

I want to make artists.

I want to want to be a work of art.

I don't want to look at "want" anymore.  Because  now it looks like a dying ant.  the W sticks its legs up in the air and the ANT follows its lead.

Looking at a word until it becomes meaningless makes you want to mean something, doesn't it?

I know I want to mean something.

Someday.

To someone.