I want to fade away and dance on Caribbean Blue in a beautiful, long witchy dress, with a Stevie Nicks shawl and a healed nervous system, in an old manor that smells like lavender and burned candles, with the moon gently shining on me through the window. I want ivy climbing on the facade and a willow tree gently mourning near a stream where animals come to drink and rest. I want to be surrounded with books, art and soft fairy lights. I want my cat to watch me curiously as he rests on an old sofa, a sketchbook abandoned mid drawing next to him. I want the rooms to look like the aurora borealis, I want a typewriter waiting for me on the desk, I want I want I WANT