My heart bleeds with sadness, filled with a strange unnamed longing, perhaps even desolation. I don’t want to be loved; I just want to love. I want to obliterate the influences of the past and start afresh. I want to venture into the realms of the impossible, leaving what’s possible so far behind that it seems impossible. I want to dream, because I can, but I also want dreams to be more than mere dreams. I want hurtful things to vanish and become as unreal as my dreams seem to be. I want truth to be sweet or at least bittersweet, but not entirely bitter. I want faces to have real smiles that reach straight into their eyes. I want real happiness, not a mere consolation that enables me to barely survive and nothing more. I want intellectual stimulation, the kind that causes fulfillment and not desperation.
Emma
On August 29th, 2006 1:08 pm
Nothing like a good wallow to make you feel better
Hope ya do…
Claire
On August 29th, 2006 3:01 pm
Ya, i do kind of. Having this kind of wish list helps too, its almost as if you can make all this happen.