What I Want

People ask me what I want. This is what I want:

I want the glass to one day be right side up. I want to see beauty in everything. I want to feel safe. I want to be able to feel one thing, just one thing, and truly feel it. I want to lie down and get up again in the same mood. I want to never cry again. I want to be held for eternity. I want someone to brush my hair. I want to go running on the beach without anything chasing me. I want to never see darkness again. I want to always be wrapped in a comforter. I want to feel warm. I want to be inside my own body.

I want to be in love.