Dear stranger
I remember when I was young, I used to wonder how many wishes I had, how many dreams I could bred and then my mum would point to all those stars, of names I remember not anymore, she would say
"Each star brings one wish to reality" and I always used to say "but there are too many" and she used to smile at me, a smile I could never forget, she would say that each of them were made to fulfill a dream, a wish, and we could dream everything and everything will come true.
And here I am, sitting beneath the starry sky, it's a no moon but yet it is shining so bright.
I've been wishing star upon star, every single one of them and all I ask for you.
And yet I stand alone.
I wonder if she was lying.
