2004-12-23
Wishes...Wishes...

If I were allowed to have one wish, I would wish for wings. Big white angel wings which would carry me swiftly to wheresoever my heart desires.

And today, even as foolishly childish as it sounds, more desperately than even I wish for those wings.

Where are my stars and dandelions? Even a fountain and pennies would do. Yet, even if I stayed up all night counting every star I can see with a wish, even if I blew the spores off of every dandelion in the world until the air around me was thick with them, even if I threw a fortune of pennies into the fountain until it was more metal than water; I would never get my wish. I won�t ever have my long desired wings� with which I would have flown to you.

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