Waiting for a Wish that will never come.

I want to fly away.

Not to a place far away.

But a place of mind so different from my current one it'll consume me like air fills lungs, to contrast the constant suffocation of water.

My wishes long to be fulfilled but are merely grains of sand in a desert.

Beautiful in its vast hopelessness.

So intricate and painful that it's the perfect art to a symphony of never-ending grief.

To ever hope a wish will be granted is optimism.

But to ever have a wish granted is impossible for the ones who yearn for it the most.

The cure to a broken soul

Isn't as nice to the waiting as it is for the expecting.

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