counting stars.

Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be

Lately, I've been a bit of an insomniac.

My thoughts keep me up at night, restlessly anticipating the unfolding of some new chapter of my life.

I sit by my window some nights, blinds up, and count the stars, and sometimes, I make wishes upon them. They don't come true, the wishes.

Sometimes I hate that.

The fact that you can wish so hard for something, but it never happens.

I wish for things, and whisper them in the darkness, but the quiet October wind carries my wishes away, and they remain unfulfilled.

I wish for silence that is understanding, and not so cold and cowardly.

I wish for an eye that seeks out beauty instead of seeing pain.

I wish for my fingers to cooperate when I sit down to play the piano, and my fingers are choppy on the keys.

I wish for a mug of chai tea and a bit of biscotti.
I wish for the way things could be.

Mostly, on those sleepless nights that come more and more often, I wish for sleep.