Epiphany

There is something missing.



I can’t put my finger on what it is. When I find it, it will be a great epiphany unlike any this soul has seen before. This epiphany I am searching for, I hope it will be stuffed full of sleeping nights and creativity and love and peace of mind. I pray that this epiphany comes in the form of a large sum of money or, a job that doesn’t require uniforms and handing leaking packages of meat. I pray this epiphany comes in the from of a book full of imagination and ideas and colors. I pray that this epiphany comes somewhere between 11:59 and insomnia, and rock-a-bye babies me into a peace. A deep sleep, something like death only a little more breathing. I pray this epiphany arrives before the changing of the leaves. I pray that I am freed of this longing to find this epiphany that I secretly search for in songs, movies, and slightly awkward traffic lights. I hope Im freed of it before I’m told to cold to celebrate independence. Is that to much to ask for?



I just want a thought that I own and can can sign with my soul. I pray that this epiphany shows itself in the form of a new start. Singing loudly at the top of its little lungs, forcing me to open my eyes and witness life for the first time. Maybe this epiphany is religion. Maybe not.



My mother has this habit of reading the bible in the bathroom. She always forgets to put it up when she leaves. Blame it on the old age. Still, each time I discover it, I pick it up and skim to see if somew where between the red and blakc letters is the epiphany I’ve been looking/waiting for. Most of the time its not, but somehow gives me just enough faith to smile and see the bright side of the world.



Im still waiting on my epiphany.









A slave to 4 am,





KD