3 words. Sum up your life for me.
That's a broad question.  My cat died.
3 more.
I was lost.
Where? Why?
Does it Matter?
Yes.

I want words. Real words. Words that sink through time, surrounding your soul in one fleeting moment. Lost, among the nostalgic sentiment of your past. That, is what I want.

I trust you, amidst the angst of one adolescent voice. I Cry, I Wish, I Hope, I Dream.  Though they tell me not to.  Crying is sad, and Wishing is futile, and Hoping isn't doing.  Dreaming is far from reality.

But.

Crying is real.  Wishes are the hopes of childhood, and Dreams are the reality:
a fairy tale,
a pretty dress,
a handsome prince,
a cleaned up mess.