A Wish.

If I'd have one wish.

Just one.

See, sometimes I think I'm weird.

Incomprehensible.

Or, well, just too awkward and poetic.

But, if I cannot communicate in this way, what I really am then?

Is it me or...

It is, probably, me.

I'm not silent but my words just echo against the walls.

If I had a wish...

Just one...

I'd want someone beside me.

A someone who speaks the way I speak.

A someone who'll feel...

Ah.

Who is ready.

To feel.

To suffer.

To run.

To crawl and whisper.

To...

Be.

Because there is no reason.

Because the only reason is us.

Our thoughts.

Our being.

What's tomorrow..

...

If I had a wish...

I don't mind being poor.

I don't mind being, useless... An artist.

I don't mind being.

I'd just like...

Ah.

A silly wish.

Nevermind.

I'll just dream.

And, when the end comes, maybe I'll have my one wish...