Day FortyEight.

I wish that everything was as simple as a 2 piece puzzle.
I wish that everything was as clear as polished glass.
I wish that everything was as absolute as the earth beneath our feet.
I wish that everything was as auspicious as eleven, eleven p.m.
I wish that everything was as inspiring as the way you make me feel.

I wish that everything was as arresting
as those perfect moments in between the thought and the action.