I wish for autumn. I wish for a cloudy sky. I wish for a cup of hot, strawberry tea. I wish for some comfortable jazz music to go with the mood. I wish for a new blanket I could get for colder weather. I wish for a plushie to cuddle with, so I never feel lonely. I wish for a soft smile on my face, for content & happiness.

And then I don't.

I soon forget what it feels like to wish happily. I forget the feeling of content, pleasingly numbing wishful thinking. I forget everything.

I just don't have time. When can I think? When can I sink into the beautiful feeling of autumn? When can wish for anything, really?

Yes, I have too much work. I have to look like an adult. I have to behave like I am someone else. If I even hinted at my wishes, I would get the same response:
Impossible.

Its impossible to wish happy thoughts in a season so gloomy. Its impossible to enjoy the gloom. Its impossible to relax, impossible to feel content, impossible to ever come true.

However, in all that impossibility, I did remember to make one last wish.

I wish you were here, so I would have someone to wish for.
I wish you were here, so I can hug you.
I wish you were here, so you could share your wishes with me.

I wish you were here, because you are the only thing worth wishing for.

September 26th, 2017

Ocean Fury