ONCE, I WANTED TO...
It might bring you joy.
It might make you feel good.
It might make you think further and further.
It might bring you somewhere else.
It might have changed everything forever.
But it did not.
Once I wanted to... build a huge ball. A ball with light inside. A ball which shines. A ball which carries all the thoughts which never came true in itself. A ball with edges. A ball with notes and drawings. A ball which brings them alive. A beautiful ball.
But sometimes those things should just stay what they are:
A text about what could have been.