Late At Night- Summer Induced Thoughts

A lazy day at the overcast beach has inspired, encouraged, and invigorated me. All day long I've done exactly what I felt like doing. Everyone should have that luxury- and it is exactly that. It's a wonder that one can feel so content every minute, while simultaneously, one's psyche is inflaming one's soul, so at the end of the day one has discovered such livid desires, they never even knew existed within them! Such a day under the clouds, in the grass, has left me so cheery (all that vitamin D, perhaps)yet I can't take my mind off of these new things I want to do. On another day, such aspirations would intimidate me and torture me, but today they are utterly within my slightest grasp.
So. What do I want to do? I want to finally sew my Philippines shirt and crop my touristy CALIFORNIA shirt; I want to have my mother sew a patch on my favorite thrifted jeans, so that every time I see the orange fabric under my right back pocket, I feel closer to her; I want to finish my books on Africa, and having achieved a cultural perspective on the captivating continent, I want to get more books to learn exactly what the hell is going on over there; finally I want to take my shirts and jeans and white sheath dress (which, much to my liking, resembles CherryBlossomGirl's recently logged dress) to Europe, and I want to visit Estonia, and Latvia and all of those horribly afflicted but beautiful places and feel the lives of the people; and finally, I want to meet a trendy boy named Donovantonio in Italy, whose family owns the souvenir shop across the street from mine and my dear friend's temporary apartment, and I want to live without borders or yellow lights. There are people out there who know how to live, and I want, so badly, to be one of them.
Contentedness is almost an art, in the way one must learn to achieve it, or it is something one must chase, absconding in the night to lead one on adventures unseen- colours, places, words, feelings, LIVES. These are the things that interest me.