If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

I have wished for more things than I could count.

I…

Wish I could buy that.

Wish I was rich.

Wish I was prettier.

Wish I was happy.

Wish I was enough.

Wish I was comfortable with myself.

Wish I could love myself fully.

Wish I could find my own love.

Wish I could live.

Wish I was dead.

I wish…I wish…I wish….

Endless wishes that get darker as I wish for more.

But more is never enough.

There’s too much that I want.

Too much that I need.

Too much that I need to accept will never be.

I wish for so much but get so little.

I am drowning in my own sea of ungranted wishes.

There is a constant storm over my head that reminds me daily of what I could never have.

And yet, I still wish.

I wish for the same things everyday.

I cling on to the hope that they will come true.

And until that day comes I will sit in the eye of my storm until I feel the sun’s rays.