I Dream

to live in a studio apartment in a big city. To sit in the library while it rains and work on an academic essay. To have hair falling out of my ponytail while I carefully pour stuff down a test tube. To have people look at me and think “wow”

They can think anything. That I’m smart or capable or curious or destined for big things in life. I want to be noticed. To be called smart. To be confident and know what I’m talking about and argue with people over money and ask for extra mayo and make friends at airports. I want to be remembered.

I want to be remembered by the people I’ve met only once. And people I’ve known for years. And teachers, judges, admission counselors for being something.

It could be anything: outgoing, unique, confident, eccentric. It just needs to be memorable.

Because what is the point of living if no one knew I was here?