Now I’m sober. Let’s clarify, shall we?
If I were to be totally honest, I would spell out all of my desires. But I won’t. I have, in the past, but I won’t. It is a recipe for disaster.
There is no way I can have everything I want. The world is not a genie in a bottle. I can not rub the world. The world will not grant Subway Philosophy unlimited wishes.
Why write down a list I can never complete? It’s like running a race I can’t physically finish. I can’t admit what I want anymore. All of that honesty adds up to failure.
It’s not just me. It is why we bundle up our secrets and unrequited love. It is the very nature of wishes and dreams. It is not what we say, it is what remains in the spaces between our words and our silence.