And Then.

I wish there was that one person in my life I could simply take for granted. I could be the unthinking bitch speaking out things in the crudest rawest terms and the person would take it all and still be there with me.

I always wish I could sell what ever I have, and go back to that day and age when one anna was a luxury.
I won't have to work and toil.
I won't be stricken by the advent of the temptations of this globalized day and age.

I wish there was an actual escape from the harsh realities in the world.
That secret haven to find solace and rest, something not as permanent as death.
The haven where I could come back from. And feel the rejuvenation.

I wish I could make you happy, be the one who completes you. Be the one you are content with. Be the one who's your haven.

I do wonder...if it's too much to be asking for. Too much to want. Too much to need.

The answer is always 'no'.
I'm just wanting a Grecian symmetry to life. A harmony, with nothing wrong.

I'm just, in my own way, seeking happiness , in the way I see happiness.

and then, it also occurs, "Perfect" is too much to ask for.