I wish bags could pack themselves, and ship off to hell without me.

When I'm alone I want coolness, peace and isolation.

I want to wake up in the dark of the morning sun and relish the thick air all day long.

I wish stomach aches and migraines and stubbed toes were a thing of the past.

When someone deserves to die I wish they'd just disappear.

I want to find myself sinking to sleep on saturday night and waking up in a dark monday morning.

I wish love was a real part of everyone's soul, but it appears fate picks it's favorites.

When I feel the urge for paradise in the center of the pacific, I want to close my eyes and find myself there, sipping a Mai Tai.

I want to feel the smooth scarlet pool dripping down my flush pale cheeks.


And in the end....

I wish I had everything I wanted when I needed it most.