I sit here. Just sit here, with two words hanging in the air; sitting still as the hours tick by and the tea in front of me turns to ice. Two words: so fragile, yet so powerful. They have the ability to destroy, the ability to create worlds, the potential to make dreams come true.
I wish…
A slipper lost;
A curse lifted;
A girl down the rabbit hole,
A boy from Neverland,
And a wish; spun from dreams into the golden threads of starlight that lead us straight on to morning.
I sit here. Just sit here, with two words perched on my lips. I pour my heart into my mouth until its ready to burst, fantasy and reality mixing into those two agonizing, fragile, powerful, magical, wonderful words.
“I wish…”
