Concept: a list with every item checked off. Everything is finished. I fall asleep with a quiet mind and sleep through the night.
Concept: an empty beach at sunrise. You and I, exhausted from talking through the night, the water lapping at our feet as the tide comes in. I rest my head on your shoulder and it’s not asking too much.
Concept: me, making a plan and sticking to it. I know who I want to be and I succeed in becoming her. Nobody gets hurt.
Concept: a house full of people, talking and laughing in candlelight. It is late and people drift to sleep where they’re sitting. In the morning, everybody is still here. Everybody belongs; nobody doubts it.
Concept: a room full of flowers, dusty sunlight falling on the petals. A wicker table with tea for two, and both of us together, face to face, neither watching the clock. Neither of us has to leave; neither of us wants to. This peace lasts forever.
— A wishlist. // J.S.