all I don't want

I don't want to be old and bitter. Hold grudges for so long that I don't remember why I held them in the first place.

I don't want cook with hate or stir with bad intentions.

I don't want to be so insecure that I make up stories to bring other people down.

I don't want to be the kind of person to stifle someones enthusiasm, just because I have misplaced my own imagination.

I don't want to draw any more damn pieces of fruit or dead flowers. Ever. Again.

I want to laugh louder when everything in me wishes to smother it down.  And I want laugh lines - how can those be bad.

SB xx