i wish my hair was lavender. i wish my creaking floor boards didn't scare me in the middle of the night. i wish people would stop forcing me to "smile for the picture." i wish i had more time and less busy work. i wish i had the the courage to stop, drop, and dance. i wish we could all agree to be pleasant towards each other. kind, even. i wish blogs were things we actually said to people instead of things we hide away for no one to read and everyone to guess. i wish billie holiday ran the world. i wish warmth and comfort and happiness weren't so hard to find. i wish i could play the violin. i wish i would stop making excuses for not knowing how to play the violin, the guitar, the piano, the stock market, super mario kart, hard to get. i wish rewind and fast forward were not things i want to do with my own life. i wish i could stand orange marmalade. on second thought, no i don't. i wish no one cared whether there were two spaces or one after that period. i wish i could solve all the world's problems.
but i still wouldn't wish to be anyone else.
success?
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