Hold your breath over the train tracks. Make a wish. Let it hover under your breath like a prayer. Wish to feel less sad tomorrow. Wish your hands weren’t so shaky. Wish for a better fucking ending. And if you get the chance to float above the place where you built a home- then maybe you’ll have the satisfaction of watching the whole thing burn down and rebuild itself into something better. Write love notes to yourself. Swallow the key to your own heart. Shatter every mirror and feel it all come together. -AMT ©️