Wednesday
Wellknown Ace

They say when you wish at 11:11, the universe listens.
But I think… sometimes it just holds your hand in silence instead.
Tonight, I sat with my wish again.
Not rushing it.
Not forcing it.
Just letting it breathe beside me,
like an old friend who knows my heart better than I do.
Maybe wishes aren’t meant to come true instantly.
Maybe they’re meant to grow with us.
To evolve from “I want”
to “I deserve”
and finally into “I am.”
When I was younger, I wished for people.
Now I wish for presence.
When I was lost, I wished for answers.
Now I wish for peace with the unknown.
At 11:11, I don’t look at the clock to ask —
I look to remember.
That I’ve made it through every wish that didn’t work out,
and somehow, I still have hope left in me.
So if you made a wish today —
let it rest.
Let it bloom in its own season.
Because what’s meant for you
will never need to be begged for —
it will find you softly,
the way 11:11 always finds the dreamers.
— Wednesday
The soft and strange girl who still believes in wishes,
but trusts timing more than magic.







