I want to live an artist’s life. With watercolors and guitars and Latin music tucked safely inside me. I want to wake up to a messy room with a table full of pencils and brushes and pieces of cardboard cutouts and paint, so much that I have to swipe my hand over the wooden surface and roll everything over to a side to make some space for my book. I want to trip over my dance shoes from the night before and to not have space in my very small room for any more music equipment.
I want to spend my time lost—not in thought, but the art around me. ❤