WishingWell Ⅱ

 

No, I wished.

I wished hard on a star that there was no telling could actually hear me from where I was.

I wished. Sometimes I would recite the wish like a prayer. Other times I wouldn’t know what to wish for & just let one fall off the tip of my tongue much like one does when blowing out birthday candles.

I wished & did not believe it, the wish, the falsehood that this ball of fire would answer any wish of mine, that it would hear anything I had to say. I was used to not being heard. 

I wished, the dust within my eyelids, disturbed by me digging up old childish dreams, if they could be attended to, then maybe I would indulge just enough to give in, to give them stars some real adult pain.

I wished hard & like a flash of light, I saw shooting stars, like one after the other after hearing my wish stars decided to go on either strick or put in their letters of resignation, leaving in a single file line.

I wished, & later felt funny indulging in such a child-like pass time. This delusion of wishing is no different than the illusion of dreaming. How can one dream without one going to bed, going to sleep? How does one make a wish without a wish to make of that wish or a wish taker to take such a wish?

I wished. Wished with a lackluster sense of humor, because I am an adult & these are child affairs. Wishing those moments will pass & the wish granted will have been present.

I wished cause I used to be her/e/