XI

The ladder is an illusion, but the rungs are a reality. Even from the nosebleeds I could see your toothy smile; Do you believe me? No, I don't have super vision, not even 20/20, (in fact, lately I've experienced the sensation of what I am self-diagnosing as 'astigmatism,' and I slip into and out of living a blurred existence.) Wow, 11:11 lasted longer than one minute tonight. I do not love when that happens because I feel as though I have to prolong my wish for the whole longer-than-usual minute and I end up adding unnecessary clauses to my trusty, constant hopes. I am in a perpetual state of hope. I hope you believe what I am telling you about the ladder... it just doesn't exist. But the rungs! The rungs, Oh, they intentionally separate the steps we take to get to the top- But I am on stage and you are in the nosebleeds, every single damn day, until one.