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What you want
is vibrancy.

What you want is
newness that fits like a broken-in skin of golden potential, funded by the universe.

What you want is
to be a million bucks, hatching sunrise in a sky made of levity.

What you want is
realistic; even if you haven’t built a net flexible enough to catch that lighter-than-air truth as it lights on the unseen orchid, it belongs to you.

What you want is
to laugh more
to mean more
to have less to tend to
while you go about creating the substance of a most deserved uplift….

What you want
wants you back.