I look up at the dark starry sky with sheer astonishment.
The jiffy brings me into an otherwordly, illusory and translike situation
Where I am liberated from all the hurt
I'm currently feeling deep within my tattered heart.
I wish to be one with them,
to rocket out the galaxy,
to be looked upon by dazzled eyes from the emerald and sapphire-colored Earth
Or maybe a shooting star, where people linger on the throng of gleaming stars
And make their sought-after wishes in the longest time.
A point in time came,
When I thought about running away from actuality
And forget about all the misery.
Idealism though, aided me in someway
Close-eyed, in a split of a second, scampering away.
When do wishes actually come true? Hopefully soon..
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