Wishes are anomalous beings. Vindictively so.
The quiet ones never get fulfilled; the angry ones are heard first. An innocent wish never reaches its mark, but a jealous one never loses its way. Almost as if the gods above know and give precedence to desires that ought to remain leashed.
But in their arrogant quest for human desperation and misery, they often overlook wishes that sneak in between the lines. Dreams that are both silent and incensed, genuine and indomitable.
These are wishes that thrive in the shadows, hide in the light. These are wishes that bloom the heart, but wreck the mind…