11:11

A familiar, magical time

and I immediately reach into the crevices of my mind-

what do I wish for?

But this time, no exact figment of thought

rushes to the front;

there’s no competition of ideas

jostling, wrestling for my attention.

Rather, my mind

or perhaps my soul,

is tired and sighs,

simply wanting everything to work out

and for things to be okay.

///

but when they’re not, they still must be written about

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