Wishes

Call me superstitious. Someone once told me that when the clock strikes 11:11 and 12:34, to make a wish. So I do. And I always wish for the same thing. Not world peace. Unfortunately, I don't make it to the clock for those four times every day. I made it today. Wishes are so wierd. No matter that they don't come true. I keep wishing. I've given up on everything else that doesn't materialize. So where does this silly hope come from? I've never been able to figure it out. Maybe it's that wishes start out as something that doesn't really exist. So you never really expect too much from them. I really believe them at the time I'm wishing. When that candle gets blown out, it feels like it's all possible.