No Sarcasm
The moon disappeared before I could take a picture of it. My mom says it was an eclipse(shes more optimistic and knowledgeable in the ways of mysteries than I) but I still can't see the beauty in my window. It looked nice, like a big yellow smile in all the darkness. Funny how smiles can fade, dissipate, get swallowed by darkness.
I wish I could see the wind, travel like a tachyon, and talk to stars. I wish my cat didn't throw up. I wish I could remember my first wish, blowing on dandelions, hoping for clean faded yellow bulb on a green stick like a bitter lolly pop, for the opportunity to dream. Holding my breath through endless tunnels. Brushing away eye lashes, blowing out candles. Waiting for the the first night's star. Waiting. Watching smiles, turn full, half, cycle. Waiting. night/bright/day/dark, waiting. I wish my godmother never died. I wish I didn't know about cancer, or death. I wish I had the strenght to avert my eyes from the night sky, to know that answers wont streak across the darkness. I wish wishing didn't make me happy, but it does. Even if none of them come true, it doesn't hurt to try.
Make a wish,
I wish it comes true.
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