I wish I had some magic beans! The beans which had powers to take me to the clouds. I would then have a bed made out of the sky and a pillow made of clouds. That would be the day when I could finally get some sleep without being scared of the nightmares. If only I had some magic beans; I would then sleep when the sun goes down and wake up when the sun rises again and that time when the sun and the moon are both together up there fighting over me; I would call out the stars to settle the scores.
I wish I had some magic beans! The beans which had powers to mend a broken heart. I would then put colored band aids on the scratches and bruises and sew up that one big tear right across the heart. Then I would have a heart almost as good as new to play with it once again. My fingers are made of butter; they drop and break precious little things which are hard to mend once broken. If I had some magic beans; the bruised, broken and torn apart heart could learn to trust again and again after being broken again and again.
I wish I had some magic beans! The beans which could talk. For I am bored of listening to the voices going on in my head. The people living in my head are not kind you see. They keep playing the scary past and equally scary future like a movie I don’t wish to watch but am forced to. The voices in my head have made a concentration camp in my brain and keep me hostage there. If only I had some magic beans the voices would finally shut up and I could enjoy some peace. Then I would finish my long pending half-read novel and listen to the rain drops.
I wish I had some magic beans! The beans which could take me to a place where nobody knows my name. A place where I get to rewrite my story. I no longer want to read the sad parts of my story on faces of others. I would write my own story afresh which starts with once upon a time and ends in happily ever after. All the twists in between would be magical and all the turns would lead to beautiful places. The name I write on sand of the beaches would then be mine for I would then forget that part of the story which involves you including your name. For me, names written on the sand are equally hard to erase as those written on the stones. If I had some magic beans, it would be my name written on the sand and not yours and then I would be free to go to the beach once again.
I wish I had some magic beans! The beans which had powers to make me forget happiness of my past. I would then forget that stolen first kiss, that hug in the rain and lyrics of that song you loved to sing but always seemed to forget the words, forcing me to sing along. You gave me more than enough bad to remember about you. But when it comes to you, laws of nature get reversed and Good hurts more. The song hurts more, that hug in the rain hurts more and the first kiss hurts most. If I could forget all the good of the past, I could get my first kiss back, I could then dance again in the rain if only that hug doesn’t haunt me. If I had some magic beans I could then fall in love for the very first time all over again.
What would you do if you had some magic beans?