I figured out my goal in life

in an old house,
in the comfort of new jersey,
i set my goals.
i would live in a house that was once white,
now weathered into different shades of ivory.
like old piano keys.
and green painted ivy would climb up the cricketty wrap around porch.
i will be swinging on the porch hammock,
watching the buterfliews dance.
and the wind will tickle my eyelashes.
at night,
when the stars come out,
my nails painted a shade of orange,
i will move my hands quickly,
and it will look as if they are surrounded by fireflies...