I want to feel magic again. I want to know inspiration. I want to sit in my living room and daydream about all the wonderful things that exist in the world. I want to take pictures and paint, revealing what I look like on the inside. I want to find myself observing a stranger, asking every question about who they could be with my gaze. I want to stop worrying about the future and live in the present and believe it’s the best place to be. Right here, right now. I want to seclude myself from everything and everyone for a couple weeks to pray and fast and dig through the piles of baggage that clutters my spirit right now. I want to absent mindedly dance or sing in my bedroom, pretending to perform a show for an audience. I want to be near water. I want to hear the sound it makes. I want to believe I’m the star of a movie that God is watching and thoroughly enjoying.