so i've given up on wishing. why? because i have all i could ever ask for.
lately i've been thinking. i'm happy. for a while i've been unsatisfied. blinded by what's right in front of me. maybe it's the fact that i've got it so good. i see my close friends struggle, and i guess i felt i was missing out. but what never occurred to me was there were fighting for what i have, and here i go envying them. them seemed to have
fun. their names are always thrown around. they're the talk of the town. but that's because their floaters.
many times they've told me... "you're lucky." i never understood. but now i do. they yearn something stable. i have that something stable. they yearn for that love. i've always had that love. they yearn for something i've always had; comfort.