Those were the nights she longed for
Deep talks over tea spiked with peppermint shnapps
While playing chess trying to steel the others pieces getting frustrated over being beat
Then they’d say goodnight and hug
And he would go to sleep
And she would walk home hugging her coat close to her chest
Not because of the cold but because if she didn’t, her heart would fly out of her chest
Tarot card transmissions
And I lay down at night
Bit because I’m tired but it’s what humans do at night
And I cover up in thick blankets
Not for warmth but the weight they offer
And I sleep not for rest but for the chance to dream.
And then I don’t dream, and it all was a waste again
The Shop That Lets You Rent Happiness
"This is the one." The universe assures me from behind the counter.
"But I thought you said the last one was the one." I reply.
"No." Says the universe. "I sold you that one so you would know that this, this is the one.”
"Is there another one?" I ask the universe.
"I can’t tell you." They reply. "It’d ruin the surprise."