IF WISHES COULD BE KISSES I WOULD BE SMOTHERED!

😅 why? i mean, how many wishes are there? in one person?
are wishes like wants? or are they wants?

in my word world

they are not wants but whimsical, well, wishes:
something that would be nice but not in lieu of something else,
of something pivotal.
pivotal?
yes, as Merriam-Webster defines it: vitally important or critical.
so see, they are not wants.
but, are wants pivotal?
hmmm, sensing some kind of circle.

“If I could have nothing, I would.” Sara folds a paper bag and slides it under a basket on the counter. “The day I can walk away from everything, I’ll be happy.”

He forms his hands into a steeple, and remembers Paolo doing so once. It somehow helps to keep emotions in check, to control them in order to think before speaking. “Do you need anything?”

AT LAST | LIKE A BLUE THREAD

this is what happens when i’m not disciplined; forgive me

(thought + scribble after i saw the image above)
but i am making tremendous headway in my third novel 😬