sometimes it would be nice to run a complete mile without my shins screaming in agony
sometimes i wish i could meet emily dickinson
i would put on a white dress, go barefoot, and put my hair in a bun
i would bring along a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils and share them with her
sometimes i dream of having a smoke with c.s. lewis
though eavesdropping on him would suffice
sometimes i wish we lived out in the middle of nowhere
sometimes it would be nice to live in the middle of the windy city
sometimes i am happy to live in our little yellow house on east 3rd
sometimes i wish i had more friends
or that i treated my few friends better
sometimes i dream about cooking a gourmet meal (cruelty free, whine free, and healthy)
sometimes it would be nice if i cleaned up after the meals i do cook
sometimes i wish my grandma and grandpa were still here
mostly i am glad they are no longer suffering