23

If you had 23 seconds, and the power to have, make or create everything you could imagine, what would you do? Would 23 set you free, break your heart, give you closure? Would it make you smile, close your eyes or open them wide?

In other words, what do you want?

I want to be happy. Or rather, remain progressively so. I want to go to the James Bond islands, fly a plane, look at my fortune and make sense of it for once. I want to make sure that the people I care about are happy, truly happy. I want to kiss in the rain, then smile as water drops slide down my cheeks and lips. I want to windsurf to the Greek islands. I want to cry, really cry and release every single iota of pent up emotions that lie in a void inside my head.  I want to sing, and sing good. I want to play the guitar solo at the beginning of Daft Punk's Aerodynamic.

I want to paint bliss, even if it will leave ink marks on my fingers for weeks. I want to fly, to become a dandelion, and be free.

What do you want for your 23?

It begins..

It begins, it begins with a scream so loud you can't hear it. I'm spiraling down an abyss that I've been told has a light at the end. I want to dance, close my eyes and enjoy existing, not be limited to tests and sleep. I am not a score on a random scoreboard, I shouldn't be expected  to act as such. It begins tomorrow nevertheless.