What do you want

by amy sharp


My friend is trying to figure out something big.
So am I.
He tells me that lightening strikes at random and sometimes things get mixed up and people cross paths and there is no hope. And I tell him he is wrong. Things are exactly like they are because this is what we wanted at the exact time in the world when we wanted it.  
He didn't like that.
I told him change happens all the time and we just need to hold on like when we were kids on those scrambler rides at the county fair.
The whole thing felt shitty, like you were going to crash.
But we never did die.

You just get off the ride.
You just open your mouth and tell the world what it is that you want. 
What do you want?