Elucidating Questions

I wonder what I want for 2022

All I want is to get on PWD and get my hours cut and finally feel well enough to take care of myself.

I just wish I could take care of myself

I hope his epic romance grows

Because he deserves one of those I wish

I wish I could feel like I did when I wasn’t working

But there’s no chance of that again they think it’s too expensive

They should just tax the ever loving fuck out of the rich.

No one needs more than enough to live off of

Figure out what that is and tax the rest

Maybe I’d like to stop living in poverty but even on PWD I’d still be … Well poor

So apparently that’s my lot in life

I don’t know what I want for 2022 but when I see it there I know it’ll be gone in a second

That lasts a lifetime

I wish time would stop and leave me to my rodents

Soon my little girls will be called seniors.

I wish time would stop

And I could spend forever between time with them

Honestly if that’s the love I get to experience it’s okay even if it’s another sad fact about my life in the eyes of some

See my life hasn’t gotten any better in these past few years it’s just gotten more stable and I have changed my point of view on it.

So maybe life could be better this year…

Pandemic notwithstanding

Who am I kidding

Maybe I’ll get lucky and they government will smarten up and lock us down for a few weeks and I’ll get to spend more time with my babies

Or something poetic

Well I don’t exactly poet like other poets

Or I poet a lot like poets who never get any one to read their writing

As if poetry would ever go viral

But I can imagine foolishly

What do I want from this year?

More time.

Frankly sir I don’t think you’ve given me enough time

Or however you’d like to be called

I hope he’s well and it continues

I hope my barely worth living life (I say that facetiously, I’m planning to continue living it regardless) continues to be, and that it may become less unbearable.

The multitudes of differences between us

I wish I could wish for a life half as worth living as his

My life is still worth living, it’s just quiet and “peaceful” and painful and exhausting.

I mean you know from my point of view he’s won so I’d like to win at some point.

I hope he keeps winning and I get to win once too

Sometimes it probably sounds like I’m jealous but in reality we’re just leading completely different lives and his is probably better by comparison and I’m fine with that I just like imagining

Imagining there was a chance of anything else for a second

In a life where we both win

I this wasn’t a story where I disappear and turn into foam

I wish this was a story where he found my writing and took a chance but that would require wishing his win away and wouldn’t

So I can only imagine a world where we never meet

I’ll just wish us mutually happy together apart from each other

It’s so difficult being in love with someone you’ll never meet

I wish I could love someone I did meet for a change

I wish that someone could love me