When I was younger I used to wish every chance I got. A shooting star, dandelions, 11:11, an eyelash. Childish really.
However, I eventually lost the hope to wish. I didn't think anything would come out of it because I was so used to disappointment.
Then I started to find joy in things again. I was so happy I couldn't think of anything to wish for. Maybe I should've wished it would last.
Now I'm starting to pick dandelions and search for shooting stars, set alarms for 11:10, pluck eyelashes- anything for a wish. Because I feel myself falling in that hole again. And I don't want to be there. I want to wish.
