it is exactly one am as i begin typing this.
i am to report in to work at exactly nine am tomorrow.
(i am working overtime. overtime is a god send.)
(i say god send because science send does not have as nice of a ring to it)
i can't sleep.
but it's not because of the normal existential crises that normally keep me awake...
....well, ok, so it actually is.
the other night my girlfriend (science bless her) was laying in my arms, looking unappreciatedly beautiful, and possibly sensing my sadness asked:
"are you an atheist?"
"not tonight"
"what are you tonight then?"
"tonight i am nostalgic for God. or i guess really, i miss the comfort that came with believing. it just felt nice, you know?"
i'm not sure if she did know. we changed the subject. something about whether or not superman is less strong on cloudy days.
but tonight i lay awake
and i want to make a wish
but i don't know what to wish for
the truth?
happiness?
bigger man parts?
i think what i wish for, more than anything, is to dream.
my wings have been too heavy with the weight of all my worries
i wish again to fly
i wish again to see beyond the somber wall of tomorrow
and now, dear diary, here goes
the plunk of the coin in the well
the crack of the wishbone
the held breath through the tunnel
make it all come true
1:00 a.m. - 2008-02-09
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