I light a candle and say a prayer tonight.
Something selfish and vague, like begging for happiness, kindly requesting love, peace, feeling.
I count out those 108 ego crushing mantras.
The candle sputters on 56... or was it 58?
Nevermind, you'll know when you run out.
But for some reason, I can't stay in these moments.
My thoughts drift back to those dreams, those lips.
The sigh came involuntarily. So did the cessation of alms.
How can I pray for the world,
when she has become mine?
