i want to sink into my bones, deep and soft, like cushions on a familiar couch. i want to run my fingers along my edges and tears and smile at the memories of how they got there. i want wind blown hair and wrinkles when i smile. i want pure and i want happy and i want warmth radiating from my skin. i want 80 more years and stories to come with them. my body yerns for more. my soul aches for the world.