the knife sat in the store hoping to be bought
it dreamed of being used to make these delicious meals
how useful it would be
then one day,
a man bought the knife
it was so excited to finally have a purpose
then much to it's dismay
the man who bought the knife
is a serial killer
the knife was being used to stab
and mutilate
and ****** other humans
the knife was filled with sorrow
and guilt
he wanted to be useful
but not like this

You wish, wonder and wait for them to appear….

Yearning for their attention, imagining them as something so grand and magical…

And when they do grace us with their presence they vanish as quickly as they appear and they never meet up to even half of our expectations…

In the end we wish they stayed in our imaginations where they were something worth desiring and filled us with hope