So, I’m sitting in my parents’ backyard and looking up at the sky and thinking how nice it is to see so many stars again. It’s never dark enough in the city to see how small you are. It’s never dark enough to really rest.
I saw a shooting star tonight. I couldn’t think of a wish to make. It happened too fast and I thought too long and missed my chance when my mind derailed into thinking of ways to cheat the bullshit wish system with things like fallen eyelashes and birthday candles. Can I make a wish everyday? Wish for a thousand more wishes? Like that hunk of rock in the sky, they’re going nowhere anyway.
So here I am in this tiny little town looking up at the big sparkly sky and, wouldn’t you know it, I saw a second shooting star. So I wished for peace.
Not for the world, just for me.
Just for tonight.