11:11

I still make wishes at 11:11.
I still make pinky promises too.

it seems kinda dumb. I guess it's the kid in me. refusing to grow up and clinging on to a time in my life when everything was innocent and made sense. it's the way ice cream makes me feel. it reminds me of when I would get home from kindergarten and ask my dad to scoop me a bowl. then we'd sit side-by-side on the couch and watch TV. I felt comforted, protected, content.

I used to wish for money and success at 11:11. now I know better. I can work for those things. I can make it happen without some supernatural wish based on the time of day it is.

now I wish for something else. something I can't seem to achieve on my own. something I want and crave but just can't seem to grab a hold of anymore.

I hope it comes true soon.