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I make the same wish every time I catch 11:11 on the clock. I don't believe in the power of wishing, but I do it reflexively. Why the world would anyone or anything even care? How would whatever grants wishes know what time it is wherever I am?

The real question is why would I want the company of someone who liked me more the further away I was? That's not the question I'm asking, though. Ground zero of what I miss most is being understood. For all my complexity and verbosity, there was someone that made me feel simple. Unburdened and de-layered. I was only poetry and energy, energy on a frequency just above instinct, and at peace.

The pain it brings to say a name that crammed 3 syllables into 7 letters. I say it with a hiss, like venting steam, like I've got venom in me. I say it like I'm singing through my teeth.