write drunk with ideas, with dreams, with the possibilities; write with uninhibited abandon, your thoughts not tethered to the realities of the ground. Then edit; and edit; and re-edit for good measure.
I want raging nights dark and wild, lit only by the city, bonfires and cigarettes. I want sun-kissed mornings, breezy and free, interrupted by only the voices of lovers and friends. The life I want to live.