outer space

I dream of elation, and exhilaration, and a surge of excitement. Someplace where I can finish everything that I have started, actually keep clean things that I have cleaned, and fulfill my desires without guilt, or hesitation, or being weighed down by unnecessary thoughts. Somewhere I can be as quirky I can be, somewhere I can have all the time in the world, somewhere I don’t dwell about my regrets and the people who have hurt me, somewhere you can combine reason and creativity seamlessly, somewhere nobody has to rush, or to cram for anything. A place where I can be free. To think, to do, to react, to say, and to plan out anything and everything.