"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

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Leaning into the afternoon I cast my sad nets
towards Your oceanic eyes
There is the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across Your seemed-like absent eyes
that move like the sea near a lighthouse.
You keep only light,
from Your regard sometimes the coast of jealousy emerges.
It was intensely of infatuation.

Leaning into the afternoon I fling my sad nets
to that sea that beats of Your marine eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when You think of me.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare.
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

-Anon ****************