Goodnight, love

The Stars that Shines Above

We lay there.

On the picnic tables at our backyard. We stare up there. Up in the skies. As we watch the twinkling stars at play.

We might be lucky enough to see shooting stars tonight,
all we want is for all of these to be over.
When your fifteen years old,
it might seem weird looking for stars at night.
It's much weirder when you're with your,
nineteen year old brother staring up with you.

But all you can do is wish when you're lives are like ours.
Hope that everything would flip all together.
For the better.

Especially when life is throwing rocks at you.
You could've lost hope.
But if you're like us, we'd be waiting forever.
Even if we knew that we have zero percent chance of ever being able to live again.

"I guess there would be no stars tonight, Ann," Hayed said to me, as he sat up and climbed down the table.

You can rest big brother,
you've burned bright enough.
This dim star would wait.
I'd wait for that shooting star.

Waiting for the star,
I have slept accidentally.
Tired of staying awake.
I had closed my eyelids
and had given up hope for awhile.

My dreams had played beneath my eyelids as I sleep.
My hopes.
My nightmares.

Which might happen and which might not.

But somehow I knew that my star,
our star,
would come out tomorrow.        

My eyes reopened.
Blinking at what I had missed as I slept.
What I had not seen.

I had looked trough a telescope,
my gaze traveled far,
until I found it.

It was there,
shining brightly,
saying hello to us.

But stared at it,
just stared at it,
dumbfounded that I finally found it.

Shocked by the size of it.
It's not even a shooting star,
it's much bigger.
It shines brighter than gold.

It's the sun.
And it's smiling at us.