Sometimes, I wonder how I would take it, if all this dreaming and trying leads to nothing in the end.
If it turned out that I only spent all my precious time and fire, reaching out for things that were never meant for me
because there's just no way
I'm finishing this race with things that only shine and glitter. It's all written in my stars.
Well, I'm certain it would hurt.
I'm certain, I'll be in pieces, where I can never put myself together again.
Yet somehow, I'd like to believe that the way I felt hoping, talking to the stars, dreaming about things my heart longs, for it would ease some of the pain.
The way I imagined finally catching happiness with both my hands and never letting it go—the smiles, the thoughts that brought me,
That should be enough.
Even if the rain never stops, I'm sure the hope I had for rainbows and sunshine, will make it worthwhile.
I understand and I know,
I can live with that.
