And I need to know if wishes on shooting stars
can still come true.
I need to understand if there's any sort of ratio
between the amount of wishing and hoping one does
per weight, height, or size to each supposedly magical object.
And I need to know if belief in angels
really promises entrance to heaven.
I need to learn what the meaning of "Happiness" is -
that word is as foreign to me as your name was
ten and a half years ago.
And I need to devour every scrap of information
there is available.
Because I am in the most desperate pair of shoes
I've ever owned. The skies are liars, filled with sun
but putting up a facade of grey and rain.
And I can't take another day of rain,
I miss the beach.
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