The Night
September 30, 2007The night is cold
The sky is dark and starless
Here I am, staring at the abyss, feeling empty.
I can feel the wind touching my face
And it reminds me of the little girl who dreams big
The child who always finds hope when gazing at the stars above
She thought that one day those stars will fall.
She will pick them up and treasure them like precious jewels.
Yes, she knows nothing about reality-blinded by her childish imaginations
Duped by the fairy-tale-stories that were told
Amazing, she grows up intelligent and full of wisdom
But she remains to be hopeful despite of being unrealistic
She keeps on failing but then she keeps on standing up.
Now, she has grown weak.
Lost and miserable.
And when she looks up at stars above these days,
there's nothing left but a picture of a dark sky.
No more hope. The stars didn't fall.
She has to get them up above there
Will she?
Will I?
I am no longer that wishful child
But rather, a bitter and lost wanderer!
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