I sometimes wish... or dream....

That I had done something with my voice.

That I sewed everyday.

That I could dance as crazy sober as I do when drunk.

That I could dance as passionately drunk as I do sober.

That my thumb was greener.

That my taste buds weren't dead from too many years of smoking.

That I wouldn't feel guilty about nothing and everything.

That I could sleep all day and night, live in my alternative world of dreams.

That my love would be expressed better. Cause I love you. Even if I've never said it.

That my hair was naturally straight.

That my Life was in order.

That my bills were always paid by someone else.

That poetry came out of my pores, like it once did.

That when I feel like I really have to pee, I actually really have to!