Thursday, March 12, 2009


March twelfth.

March twelfth, nineteen hundred and ninety three.

March twelfth, two thousand and nine.

Six years since only having a single digit in my age.

I have been breathing
5,846 days.

Where have those days gone?

Has my imaginary friend,
with the deformity of an arm,
consumed them from my memory?

This day marks a new beginning.

I shall pursue my thoughts,
venturing towards the life that has always taken my breath away.

A life lit with hope all the way past the horizon.

Where lights bring the city to life.

And glistening tunnels never end.

A life of sightseeing...
and imagination becoming reality.

it is now eight minutes until my wish.

Now seven.

11:05 p.m. is the time.

What shall i wish...

Not wealth in currency.

Not anything following the silhouette of materialistic items.

I wish...
for the life i dream of.

Travel the world,
In awe of the worlds wonders..

Finding the true identity of a lingering shadow ever following me.

Living for something greater than myself.

Learning why we exist.


Ever wondering.

It is now 11:10 p.m.

11:11 p.m.

11:12 p.m.


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