People believed that the stars we're just holes cut by the gods to let light shine form the heavens.
I believe that the stars are just a present sent to us by a greater force.
I mean, there are thousands of unknown planets and galaxy's. It doesn't make since that were all alone.
A soft breeze blew through my hair, ruffling my clothes as it passed by. The brisk air froze the tips of my fingers, made my nose ache, but I couldn't drag myself from the spot.
"She says hello". I whispered out painfully, the noise dragging along my throat like razors as a tear slid down my face. A star seemed to twinkle as I whispered it. She is listening. I stayed for a moment longer watching as the stars twinkled. "The stars are beautiful tonight."
