I don’t believe in wishes
and yet
I find myself wishing
I could hear echos of your thoughts
across sunsets
and beneath words spoken for others
I wish you could see me
amongst the hazes between your atmosphere
in ultraviolet color palettes
and I wish you’d find me
in these shadows
within indiscernible heartbeats
and images
contrasting with ghosts
I fear I’m lost
among this mutual realization
of tangible illusion
I wish we could talk
I wish I could figure out
how to be there for you
Nirvana Margaret works as a therapist by day but would not survive without writing, and continues to work towards fusing the two "professions". She has self-published two works of essays and is currently working on several poetry projects. She is an existentialist junkie, rose quartz enthusiast, almost reiki master, and believes Lana Del Rey albums define her life.
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