i tell the meteors about us.
wishful,
ae.
fate have granted me a small favor by letting my errands delay in a second to be outside and witness how the bare sky was colored by a neon blue green shooting star. the child in me jumped out of joy and i almost forgot to close my eyes and state a silent wish.
but before it faded, i utter a little something underneath my breath. i tell the meteors about us. my future, past, and present self. it yarned with me before it turned to dust and i told it everything about us. i almost could never make a wish, i was content with just taling how far we are from being not on the same page at the same chapter. i told it that we did a great job enduring and resisting.
it was proud of us. my wish was granted the moment it talked to me. my silent cries was fulfilled and my dreams eventually came true. how beautiful it is, split second to grasp; i was able to vouche. i'll make sure to whisper a wish next time. and by then, i will wish for us.
