I was taking my usual walk in the park yesterday evening, this time right before sunset.
The honeysuckle have wilted, but it seems the dandelions are everywhere. I stopped, thinking to make a wish, when the whole thing fell to the ground before I even breathed.
My wish literally never got off the ground.
And now it’s gone forever.
This time it’s my grandmother. In the hospital. Not dead, but without life. My stupid, selfish wish that I hadn’t fucked around so much that not a single grandparent would see me graduate.
Stupid. Selfish. She’s bleeding to death, not even conscious, and this is what I wished for.
Or would have, anyway.
Lyrical Fool 