I wish I was pretty.
I wish I was actually as good at talking in person as I am at the computer.
I wish I could see my family without losing out on my friends.
I wish I was done packing.
I wish I could speak Japanese.
I wish I was in Japan at all.
I wish I was Asian, at least.
I wish I could speak Thai.
I wish I had someone to love.
I wish my standards weren’t so high that when there’s an opportunity for love I shut it down faster than I can think about it, even if it probably would have been worth while.
I wish I was a better friend.
I wish I had more to talk about, almost all of the time.
I wish I hadn’t eaten the brownie after all.
I wish I wasn’t still afraid to life life as me.
I wish I had a better idea on the me concept anyway.
I wish I would stop wishing and start something. Anything.
4 responses so far ↓
zaphodfreek // January 17, 2008 at 6:39 am |
Man,
I wish I had something smart and uplifting to say right now.
All I can say is that
I KNOW at least 2 of these you shouldn’t have to wish for (one of them’s the Brownie one. They’re AWESOME).
afternoonbeauty // January 19, 2008 at 1:29 am |
Oh, yes, the brownies taste good, but my stomach was on the revolt.
Don’t worry about the words. Your poems are beautiful enough.
Patrick // January 19, 2008 at 5:22 am |
Not trying to be weird or smarmy or anything (even though it comes off that way sometimes), but…
I think you’ve got a lot of what you wish for there, honestly.
I’d like to talk when you get back and hear more about Thailand and Burma and everything you got to experience over there. I’ve got a couple good stories myself if you’re willing to hear them.
Take care and shoot me an e-mail if you feel like it or get around to it.
Take care
-Patrick
subtlelikeatank // January 28, 2008 at 3:17 am |
I should say something about how wonderful you are and how you have all those things, but me telling you that you have them will last a few minutes, and you realizing you have them will last forever, and the last thing I want when I write things like this is people going “oh, no, you’re fabulous, I don’t know what you’re talking about”, so all that I’m going to say on this is that I wish for many, if not all of those same things on me as well as you.
PS–I think you’re a pretty killer friend, anyway. Why else would we still like each other since that play? And if you need to lament things, find me–that’s what I’m doing with my semester at home, it seems. And I wish I were in Japan, too.