girl and the star

Once there was a girl. Just an ordinary girl. This girl was never happy. But this unhappy girl was given a star, albeit a star with free will.

When this girl got the star, both were reluctant. The girl was afraid to believe he was really hers. The star was tired of everyone wanting him. But they warmed up to each other. The girl never truly expected the star to ever call him her’s, but she was okay with that. The star however really loved the girl. After so much time, both accepted that the other was different and that they were perfect together.

The star was a true star. He had to shine in the sky for all to see. The girl knew this, and she didn’t mind. Sure, it meant not being with the star as much as she wanted, but who else had a star? No one. She was lucky just to know him.

The girl told the star everything. She, again, was reluctant. She didn’t want to bore the amazing star. But he loved hearing of her, and he always wanted to help, so she told him everything. She didn’t expect the star to do the same, and he never really did pour himself out for her as she did for him, but he did tell her more than he had told any other.

What felt like eternities and what was really only a short while later, when the star identified himself as the girl’s, the girl finally felt as if he really was her star.

But no good things last forever.

The star was very busy sometimes, and he never had as much time for the girl as he had before. This upset the girl sometimes, but she forgot about it as soon as she was with the star again.

But then the star didn’t return to the girl for a while. And then a while turned into a long time. This left the girl to realize that she had no other than the star. She had never felt that she needed more. But now she had no one to confide in, to laugh with. She felt horrible for wishing so badly that the star would come, that he would return to her and never leave again, that he would no longer be a star and just be her’s.

The star missed the girl, but the star of course was always around other stars, and loved by everyone.

Then the few, short times the star did return, things weren’t the same. The girl couldn’t pour out her heart, and the star no longer told the girl how he loved her.

Then late one night, the star showed up by the girl. He asked her what her wish was. She said she wished not to love. The girl asked the star what he wished for. The star wished to love.

After that, the star never returned.

Years later it is now, and both the star and the girl never got their wishes. The girl never dared to ask the star for her wish. The star never dared ask the girl for his.

The star, however, has other stars, and everyone loves him.

But he still wishes for love.

And he still watches the girl from the sky every night.

The girl has tried to move on. She is doing better. She never confides herself, and she never loves anyone she meets.

She cannot control her love for the star though.

And she still wishes she could.

Tonight, look at the sky. Look at the brightest star. Know that it is the very star who wishes for love. And know that right below this star is the girl. The girl who was given the star, the girl who never thought she deserved the star. The girl who loves the star.

The End.

Rain

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…

Wonder

There are many things I wish I knew. What do I look like from a different perspective? Can someone really fall in love, or is it just a feeling?

There’s really no answers for the questions I ask... people swear I'm adopted sometimes...

But who am I really? What kind of person am I? Why do I even exist in this world if I'm not going to do anything huge or special to some person in Haiti or Uganda?

Is there really a purpose for EVERY human, animal, bug, virus, etc in this lifetime? Where do we really go after death?

I guess there are things in this life that can't or shouldn't be answered...

But why, why is it we can't know these things?

There’s that same old beginning of the sentence word.... WHY

Why do we all need to be different? why is it that we take notice of the smallest details, yet forget to take a look at the big picture in front of us practically yelling at us to see it, embrace it, love it?!

Something has to be answered eventually...

Too bad eventually isn't now.

They say the wait is worth the while or the answer...


But... sometimes I feel they come too late.

That they didn't catch on to the train that brings them to us.

With answers, comes the responsibility to use that knowledge, to embrace it, discover some need for someone else to use it.

But the answers to what we want to know aren't always what we want to hear, but life can't always go our way it has to follow the path that's been paved and mapped out, even before it knew where it was going...


Sounds familiar huh?