In a perfect world...
I want to live in an apartment full of art. I want to be surrounded by paintings and photographs. I want to open my window early in the morning before the city wakes up and listen to the sun rise. I want to walk down the sidewalk in a wool jacket and a hat to the nearest corner coffee shop full of posters and music and art. I want to sit there and read. I'd go to the park and paint other people and watch couples on a blanket in the grass trying to figure out what they're saying. I'd go back to my apartment and fall back on my bed and stare at the ceiling for hours listening to the music coming from the room next door. I'd paint and paint and paint and paint and paint.

But that will never happen.

will that be ALL?