Wishful Thinking.

I wish I could split myself into numerous different mes. (That's me pluralised)

I'd go to Haiti and help where I can to get them back on their feet.
I'd sit with a homeless person all night and tell them about Love.
I'd build wells in Africa.
Sit with my great-grandmother in Malaysia.
I'd take a nap.
I'd write poetry without ceasing and be able to draw on all the feelings of the other mes.
I'd sing songs on the metro.
I'd cuddle up with my ma and watch American dramas all day.
I'd read all the best novels written.
And watch all the best films.
And all the most interesting documentaries.
And be at the most beautiful spots in all the world so I could catch every sunrise and sunset.
I'd cry. I'd laugh. I'd smile. I'd hurt. All at the same time.

My whole being would not be heading to this grammar lesson right now.

:)