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.