by Natalie Robin
I always wish to know more than I do, and I have learned a lot of new information in the past few months, but since I still feel the same, I am revoking this wish that I dispense now and again. I will always want to know more things, but I will save my little wishes for things that make me feel different. I live to feel differently than I did the day before; the hour before. I live for the panoply of feelings that rise on crests and crash on shores, each wave washing up bits of benthic artifact that otherwise get buried in the soul of a sea.