"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Oh dearie, how I long to be everything.
I want to be the moonlight, streaming down from the heavens unto a loner's cabin high in the forest. My beams caress each plank and stone- lightly touching, deeply moving. And when the loner looks out from his cabin high in the forest, up towards my beams from heaven, he'll realize he's not so alone.
I want to be the glass of an apartment window, overlooking the lives of those too busy looking down. Someone has to watch over them, so here I am, in honest transparency. Yet I belong to something greater, the primary memories of a young child, raised by her mother in this small apartment. And when the beauty through my glass catches her eye, that's when the dreaming will start.
I want to be the wire that clumsy teens trip over, bustling through the halls of a low-budget high school. When their heads are forced upwards, and balance is found, they will realize they are still standing. And they will be glad to be standing one more day.
There is so much I long to be.
And yet, there is so little time.