Do you ever see those white flower wisps blowing across the grass? The ones you're supposed to catch up and whisper it a wish before blowing it on its way? Do you ever stop to think how many wishes have been whispered to that one wisp? How much responsibility it has to keep on blowing through the grass?

But surely it can't keep all its promises. IN fact it makes a point of not making promises, it is captured briefly and released, captured briefly and released, captured briefly and release to be caught again by the next little boy or little girl who wishes to fall in love or else be the one someone whispers to.

But can all those dreams come true? Or can there only ever be just one? Does the wisp end up in one place? Or does it slowly disintegrate in the wind, leaving a part here and a part there, finally freeing itself from the long chain of hands?

Have you ever had a birthday blow-out the candle wish come true? An 11:11 on the dot? Or some other kind of superstitious pepper throw?

As of yet I never have, but nonetheless I don't lower my wishing standards. I whisper the lofty ones, the changing the world ones and becoming infinity ones, eyes closed and all so that when finally the wisp carrying my wish meets its end, I'll know exactly where it began?

How come people say keep your wish to yourself or it won't come true? As far as I can tell not telling anyone it won't come true anyway, so where's the hurt"? What are your lofty ones? I've always wished that everyone's wishes could come true.