"I wish..."

these words are so easy to say.. yet it's like a cloud that does not hold any form or substance. A fantasy of sort, an illusion that paints a horizon that does not exist.

in my days in ocs, i've learnt that having the desire is but the thought, but what makes the distinction is when a physical action, a forward step is generated out of this mental work. I actually learnt this fact in church before, but what makes it differ from that of ocs is that a cadet's step is one on a steep slope.

hardened in a sense, yet i still have my soft dreams. i yearn for the days of my youth when houses were made of books, when whimpering works wonders and when care bears ferried me in their clouds.

i wished...