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i like wishing on the little things and the big things.

i like wishing on the iced gems that fall off my 50 cents-a-pack biscuits; they taste the sweetest as i push them against the roof of my mouth and wish on every grain of sugar. i like wishing on red sports cars (daddy always said he wanted one); they are the realest when they flash past me before i can get the words out of my mouth and i know the heavens won't stop to let a ragged girl complete her wishes. i like wishing on the higgledy-piggledy cracks on the pavements, they feel the most empty because every walkway has been pulverized by the weight of the world on our shoulders and wishes are void of meaning.

i like wishing on the shooting stars (mother says those are satellites); they seem the most magical, always listening and listening and listening. i like wishing on the 11:11s when midnight is on its way; they are the quietest when i realize that wishes don't come true. i like wishing on the candles on my great big three-tiered chocolate cake decked with glacé cherries and mini meringues (i wish); they are the most extravagant ones because i like whispering my selfish-est wishes to nothing, because i still believe that some things do come true.

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a/n: thinking of extending my hiatus past november 17. haven't really been feeling this whole writing thing recently and wp is pretty dead, so yea, i don't think y'all will see me round much till next year. i've got a lot of things to hash out with myself and mentally i'm not there. the past few days have been a whirlwind but happy 11/11 and don't stop wishing.

p.s you'll probably find me unpublishing and republishing lots of things so heads up. and hillary's speech is wonderful-to all my gal pals, let's do this.