I wish sometimes I could take back my first kiss,
do it all over again then sit in the shower
that night and think how strangely amazing
it was and whether I did it right only to realize
it doesn’t matter because regardless, it felt
amazing.
I wish sometimes I still wondered what lies over the
hills outside of town, thinking maybe it was
the ocean, or a village of magicians, or maybe
just a big cliff not knowing the whole time it
was only another set of hills.
I wish sometimes I could sit on the edge of the empty
football field again and wonder, “What am I
going to be when I grow up?”, still thinking
it was just that easy.
Sometimes I wish I could listen to my first fairy tale
again, thinking the whole time that the place
in the story truly exists, we just haven’t found
it yet.
But then I would also have to re-live the first time I
realized that people die, and sometimes for
no logical reason; A fairytale belief would
have come in handy then.
I would also have to re-live the first time I realized
that regardless of how well you treat someone,
(the golden rule), sometimes that person will
still never treat you with respect.
I would also have to again realize that the people from
your fairy tales are in reality no more bigger
or unscathed by life than yourself.
I would then have to go through again, the crippling
process of weighing the pain of these realizations,
to the strength of your almost forgotten dreams,
to find faith in a world of fallen castles and
resurrected towers.
I think for a moment, that I am happy right where I am;
All your younger life spent wishing you were
older, and all your older life spent wishing you
were younger. Yes, I think for at least this
moment I will invest my heart in happiness
right where I stand…
…If only for just one moment.