I want to crunch crispy corn flakes and sip chocolate-flavoured milk with the sharp eccentric tinge of cocoa with its bitter sweet essence. I want to dive into a lake of warm and zesty spring water and feel the water slide over and under my skin like liquid gold under the cold momentary stare of a winter sun. I want to live. I want to smile with a glint in my eyes that says yes. What am I agreeing to, I know not myself. But yes, I’ll say yes to a smile with the a warm flicker in my eyes like the one that you sometimes see in a small bonfire on the beach on a freezing winter night, while you sit snuggled in your blanket. Snuggling up to that worn-out blanket and just smiling to yourself.
