I want to live in a fairy-tale world.

Everything feels wrong with reality.  I try to make my own, but sometimes I’m overwhelmed by what is actual.  My daydreams do not always suffice.

I want to live in a world of music and poetry.

Maybe when I am in Ecuador I will buy a mandolin and teach myself to play.  I won’t bring my guitar with me, so I’ll need some sort of outlet.

I want God to make sense.