I wish I could do for you what you did for me, what she did for him, and what he did for you, and if I could only stop and think about all the ways we learn to connect the dots, and connect the fours, and keep within the lines when we are very, very little people, indeed.
I wish we were better for each other than we always assumed we would be, but that's what assumptions do for the people who assume that you and I means we. Indeed.
I wish I knew how to spell or how not to imagine that words came from other words and that when you removed pieces you could find other words in between. That pronouns were secretly derivative of each other even though they all carried different vowels and consonants. Words did come from other words, though. They really did. In deed. In eed.
I wished that I learned to wish about more fascinating things, that my wishes would help ascertain my own brand of happiness. But then again, if I knew how to do those things, maybe I wouldn't get so high only to fall.
And maybe I needn't wish, even like this, even wish it at all.
Wishy Washy is a great title for a piece that espouses a theme about wishes. And although I could feel the emotion behind your wishes, comprehending them was a little more difficult. I love the idea of removing letters to reveal different words. And although I understand "In deed", I am not sure I knew what to make of "In eed". Does this mean something or are you implying the sound of the word "need", which in and of itself is a type of wish.
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