The Wishbone On My Windowsill.

Inspired by Stoned At The Nail Salon by Lorde, I put a wishbone on my windowsill today, even though I have no one to break it with( can someone tell me if they still work if you break them on your own). 

I don't know if or when I will ever break it, I don't even know what I would wish for if I did, I like having it as a symbol of hope that is outside of myself, and if I end up forgetting it when I move back to my city in a few weeks, it will be as if I have left a piece of myself here for the next tenant of this house to find. This would be a small act of defiance after years of making myself invisible to avoid leaving traces of myself, so when I finally reinvent myself, there will be no traces of the unsatisfactory life I lead now. I have it because I need something more than a star to wish upon. I have it as a physical representation of the hope I seem to lose and get back time and again. 

This might not make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me, and that's all that matters, xo.