I want to be a wildflower when I grow up.

I want to feel the electric buzz of freedom as the wind passes through my arms, my legs, the tips of my ears, my soul. I want to breathe steady in the darkness of night knowing that I have all I need: sunshine and stars and water. I want to forget yesterday and tomorrow, understand they do not exist, but right here right now is the moment of all moments. I want to wave happily in the breeze as someone pulls over to take my picture. I want to remind them: it's ok to be wild, it's OK to be free. Forget to brush your hair, forget to wear shoes and run barefoot through the wild world. Forget your name, pick a new one. Forget your insecurities, remember your ambitions. Remember your worth and your beauty.

Remember you can always choose to be a wildflower among the too trimmed too told what to do roses. Remember you are a wild thing meant for running and sweating and dirt roads and humid mornings and cool nights. Remember you are that song you love, you are that first cup of coffee and you are also that laughter that slips easily over the belly and into the throat. You are a wild thing with messy hair and dreams, filled with love notes and songs.

Remember you are that song you love, you are that first cup of coffee and you are also that laughter that slips easily over the belly and into the throat. You are a wild thing with messy hair and dreams, filled with love notes and songs. Write them down and sing too loud. Drive too fast down some dirt road and just look at the river. And don't forget you should probably (definitely) jump in