triangles

i believed in hope

like how my nephew believes in Santa Claus

because every Christmas he sees hundreds of them

granting him wishes

and it looks so real

it looked so real.

i used to stand on top of mountains and

claim the sky my own

loving how the wind would 

pull my hair back

off of my face

an unnecessary annoyance

i could live without

if only i knew winds could

flip directions.

i believed in hope because

it was sickeningly tempting

to be able to freeze my brain away from

'what if's and

subconscious warnings i give myself

but it was foreseen that my nephew would

one night wake up and see his parents

around the Christmas tree

trying not to wake him up from his

naive reveries.

but sometimes things are so wrong they are

hard to resist.