A star, such beauty in a ball of plasma, which is what we would call it if we were to descend into scientific terms, but whatever. Sometimes I feel like life needs a touch of magic, anything that would take the sheer monotony of it away. It would help the pain; allow it to ebb away slowly. But magic is something I can only wish for, wish on a star for a miracle; wish upon a star for my very own star. For isn’t a star a miracle in its own way. Beauty, blazing in distance.

A star to hold deep within, so it may ignite the flame in my heart. It blazed strong and high sometime ago, yet now it simmers, all it would take would be a gust of wind to put it out and all that would be left, darkness. Engulfed from within by the dark velvet nothingness of life. Hopefully that start would ignite that flame, and return the twinkle to my eyes. Let its light consume me, and pour out of me, through my eyes. Let my fingertips glow from the light within, let the light repel these waves of nothingness that surround me.

God I sound depressed, but thinking of stars as miracles is soothing, it makes magic believable and let you live on, in the hope that one day this magic might come into your life as well and you too will feel blessed with a miracle. The time isn’t far off.

Believe in penance I shall and wait for a happier time. Upon a star I wish; for a better life.

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Just a question: Will you be my star?