found via ATLITW
I feel like a good luck charm. Not the kind of charm that wards off evil, but the kind that brings good luck, you know? The kind of charm that is stuck to the top of the ceiling by a thin thread, waiting to be cut off from safety and fall into the hands of an expectant receiver. Whenever the wind blows, I hold my breath in anticipation, wondering where I will be next, wondering how far and how long I have to wait until I'm hovering over the right hands.
I'm also the kind of charm that weighs less than a thought, but is worth the remembrance because it can give a thousand smiles. They say that whoever is with me will be happy, that I bring happiness wherever I go. They say I just have to wait for the right person to come along. Well, my heart is a good luck charm, you know?
