I made a wish.It formed in my mind like bubbles from a gently flowing stream.It flowed from my consciousness, free as the soaring wind kissing the first rays of the sun.It gave me warmth, like the tendrils of a quiet fire.I made a wish.It traveled to the distant corners of my thoughts.Its frail being clashed against the endless smog of my worries.It did all it can to escape the clutches of my woes.I made a wish.It breathed a short life, and then lifted its ethereal arms to heaven.It began asking, "why am I even here?", as it melted into fantasy.It slowly disappeared, to be forgotten against the dreadful present.I made a wish.I had forgotten what it was.Maybe it was something innocent.Something like wishing I could spend some time in quiet.Something like wishing I could touch the blades of grass in my hometown.Something like wishing I could stop to feel the afternoon breeze flow around me.Something like wishing I could watch the shooting stars arc over the moon.Something like wishing I could pause for a moment, and live.I made a wish.I had forgotten what it was.Maybe it was something innocent.But the world has a way to kill innocence before it wakes.The world has a way to hurt, to wound, to maim, to crush.The world has a way to remind us that it is all that matters.The world has a way to tell us that dreams are for another world, another life.The world has a way to force us forward, endlessly.I made a wish.I had forgotten what it was.Maybe it was something innocent.Maybe it was not.I had forgotten because I had let it go.I chose to let it go, lest it be crushed by my own struggling arms.I watched it fly to its heaven, with the wistfulness of a tear falling to the ground.And just as soon I had forgotten it.But maybe one day I'll see it again, and I'll remember... why I made a wish.
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