She was the kind of girl whose life has always been a wish…
and she was never sure if it was a wish of her own or of someone else.
Sometimes, when she felt alone,
She escaped into the thought where she found the company of others; the thought that her life was everyone’s wish…
The thought that everyone wished for her existence, and that everyone knew that she’s a beam of sunshine, bringing joy for the people in her life.
Nonetheless, she took all opportunities to make wishes too. She wished upon shooting stars, she made a wish on her birthday, she wished every day at 11:11, but also 3:33, 4:44, 5:55, and she also made up things for herself to wish upon, like yellow birds, wind chimes, and she prayed to God...
For all what she wanted will remain as a wish. She knew it. For the sake of others, she has to forfeit hers. She portrayed rough as smooth – does anyone understood her? She couldn’t do much to feel better...just by making a wish makes her strong, to move on and continue her journey.
Wish she could just talk to someone who understands. Tell them all everything about how she feel and they would know… not just from her explanation, but from feeling the same way. She presumes that’s too much to ask for. Or her friend sitting next to her might be that person, and she’s just overestimating what life should be like.
On the inside the walls echo her desperate sobs only for her to hear. She realize she can’t have what she want the most, but she try to stay strong like a fort, sparing the ones she care about of her own sadness, she collapse inside, exchanging her dreams to nightmares. She didn’t have a choice.
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