Good-Night

I wish for nothing, there is no point to wishing. . . Not anymore. Wishing implies there is hope, a well of good, positive emotion somewhere inside a person, and I don't understand such things.

Not anymore. 

Centuries do that to a person, it's one of many curses of having an old soul. The long years have a tendency to destroy hope, and diminish the need for wishes. The dead have little use for wishing, and that's what I am—A living-dead thing. A creature crafted by the choices of others, by their sorrow, anger, hurt, and hatred. I'm a product of my environment, and a collection of experiences. I am a child that has seen more horrors in a year than most have in a life-time.

See, I wish for nothing because a wish is hope, and hope comes from living. I've simply lived enough already, it's time to rest. 

© J.N. Sheats