I'm that person that lays in a field and notices the weeds I call Wishing Flowers. I pick them from the ground and close my eyes. I think of a wish and then blow the seeds off of it, i do this until I feel like I've done it enough times to make my wish come true. But there's a second story to every wish. My wishes are usually based off of love. Something I wasn't shown for most of my life and I didn't know what love was until someone put me before themselves. I wish for success to prove everyone that said I was going to grow up and never get a job wrong. I wish for happiness and recovery. But a lot of times I wish for other people to be happy or to have success. That's what love is right?
