I just want to live beautifully. I want to climb on a roof at midnight and talk to the stars. I want to see the beauty of the world upon a mountain, hear the symphony of animals at play. I want to create a painting, and draw the beautiful things of the world. Somewhere in that painting, I will be standing there, a speck, just a tiny speck. A speck staring into the night sky dotted with millions of stars. If I can’t be happy in reality at least in my dreams I can be free.