sometimes i want to stand up, open my mouth, and sing out at the top of my lungs spontaneous and effortless poetry. i want to dance with power and force and grace, and passion. i want to create a masterpiece of love and hate and frustration and beauty out of paint and clay and canvas and glass and color. i want to be, but i want to be gloriously. i want to run so fast and so hard that the trees and the grass and the flowers and the city and every last person is just a blur and all there is is me and the earth under my feet. i want to sink my hands into the softness of flesh and rip out bloody chunks, cathartic release from oppressive corporeal containment. i want to scream in your face, open your mind, your heart, your world and your eyes. I WANT TO LIVE. I AM SICK OF LIFE AS A VESSEL OF UNTAPPED POTENTIAL. but now i have homework to do, so that'll be it for tonite.