I’m reading Lullaby by chuck palahniuk and i want to write for a living.
I want to make a drastic change in my life.
I want to be waiting for my wife when she comes home from work and I want to have bags packed.
I want to have snacks ready for us. I want to get in our little car and drive west. I’ll have already made arrangements to sell her car and most of our belongings. We’ll take our dog and we’ll drive west until we can’t go any further. We’ll either run out of money or hit ocean.
I want to wake up in my drivers seat and pull a pen out of my crazy head of hair. I want to describe the sun everyday when it rises. i want to write adjectives on my wifes soft skin as she lies sleeping in the sunlight describing her beauty. i want to hold my dogs head close to mine and pet her slowly.
i want to read books all day and adventure into every acre woods and every open field. i want to see the world from every angle possible. i want to start over. i want rebirth.
i want to change the way i view this life. i want to understand the true intention of ownership.
i want to live freely and abundantly.
I don’t fear commitment- i desire life.
