I wish.

I wish... for inner peace. Sitting on my back porch smoking a cigarette and drinking cold coffee, I wish for wholeness in my sense of spirit. I think it's what we all want. But just for once, I want to feel present, here, and think back to when my smile fit my face.

I wish I do not have to smoke cigarettes to feel calm, smoke hitting my lungs.

I wish I do not have to drink coffee to feel stimulated.

I wish I do not have to take Prozac to feel alive.

Serotonin be damned.

Sitting here, in the present moment, will take years.