I wish that mornings lasted as long as we wanted to stay in bed.
I wish the sky lowered at night so that we could touch it.
I wish that my dogs could speak. Not my cat though. He would demand food at 4am.
I wish that everyone was the same height. Armpits aren’t cool when hugging.
I wish London was next door.
I wish all nurses, enjoyed being nurses.
I wish there was such a thing as mental bleach.
I wish I was allowed to help bad people into oncoming traffic.
I wish that less people spent so much time trying to be perfect. Flaws are so beautiful.
I wish I had a pet Polar Bear.
I wish I was invisible.
I wish I was visible.
I wish the man I love laughter.
I wish my mind had breaks.
I wish those who hurt any living thing out of intended cruelty or neglect would burst into flames. And die.
I wish there were more independent thinkers.
I wish I could speak French, and Japanese
I wish there was no such thing as greed. There would be no war. No need.
I wish there was no such thing as Country music.
I wish we could take photos with our eyes.
I wish that Christmas was about soup kitchens and giving, rather than tinsel and presents.
I wish I could get stuck in an elevator with Bukowski, Poe and Eminem and Freud.
But most of all I wish that the world wasn’t so sick. The world, and the vast majority of the people inside its belly.