“Would you ever get a wish tattooed on your skin? One wish that you always dream of coming true?”
If wishes were held and made on the skin and swiped clean by raindrops, then emotions are freeloading off the cells that made up their space. The only offering these cells ever entertained was truth, painful and raw. What if the wish that took up the space on my continent only helped me see the side of darkness the devil is even afraid of?
What if my wish is to disappear and never come back? What if I am so alone that the stars who are separated from their companions by thousands of years couldn’t compare to my loneliness?
What if I wished to be l o n e l y?
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
