tylerknott:
Typewriter Series #440 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
When did wishing stop working
or has it ever worked at all?
Do we trick ourselves into believing
that the superstitions we hold on to also hold us back?
When has wishing melted the snow
or brought the rain or cleared the clouds
so the sun could shine again?
When has wishing stopped your feet or turned you around
or put the e the y the b the d and o and o and g
back into your mouth in reverse
and made you swallow them for once and forever?
When has wishing made next time this time
and let you walk away with me?
Where has all the salt gone that we’ve tossed over our shoulders
and where will I find my cave that holds my pennies?
Will I take them back? Will I stop wishing?
Maybe, just maybe it’s not the coming true
that matters and it’s not the moments
after a candle is blown out
but the moment you try, with one breath and
eyes closed tight to the world, to make smoke of so many flames.
Maybe it’s the wishing and not the wishes
that matter, the unwavering hope
that your feet will stop and your back will turn
and the o and the l and l and the e and the gorgeous H
will find its way from your gorgeous lips in forwards
and make you shout them for once and forever.
Maybe, just maybe it’s the wishing
and not the coming true that will finally make it be
that the next time you walk away
you walk away with me.
