I collect nickels. 

I like the smooth edges. 

They seem unpretentious.  

They will never amass a fortune. 

To buy even a book you need to stack them high. 

I keep them for sentimental reasons. 

I made a wish with one a long time ago. 

It was about dedication,  a lifetime of commitment. 

But...  it is an empty life time that has passed. 

It tears across me like a razor blade.  

I never cried so hard. 

As I stared at that mossy fountain.

Some stone argument between art and pantheism, nothing more.  

Trying not to attract attention.  

Trying not to quiver as I was wracked by agony. 

It was a pure wish is all I want to say about it. 

I must have 20 bucks saved up by now. 

~mliarrr