Pessimist's wishes

I'm tired of wishing. I actually never wish for anything. What's the point anyway? Wishing does not get you any closer to whatever it is you're wishing for. Desire on the other hand, well... that's another story.

If I wish for something, ...nothing. It's like nothing. I just wish. But if I desire something, really want it, know and feel that I really want it, then I've already started. Chasing it.

Life goes on, clocks tic and toc, hair is becoming greyer on my head each day -multiplying like bubbles in a bathtub-, and still... It all looks so important and yet again so vain at the same time.

I don't know what I'm even thinking again. Thoughts keep twirling inside my head, overlapping one another.