I wish for flowers that bloom every season in the backyard of my mind.
I wish to find happiness in the corners of my own smile.
I wish to feel the sun on the nebula of freckles that spreads across my rosy cheeks.
I wish to create unforgettable paintings with the words I write, and the laughter ensued from late night games of heartbreak.
I wish to make my own memories in the fields of impudence, where you cannot find me.
I wish to be a new, untameable me.
I wish, therefore, I will.