{14th August 2016: 2:35am}
how come we are fascinated by the rise of the moon, but never by the rise of the sun?
what is this obsession with darkness that we have clouded our hearts with? does it hurt? or do you find wonder in this kind of pain?
and does nobody ever think about how stars are always there; a constant reminder that even if you make a wish, it wouldn't stop the light from disappearing? you cannot control the stars when even they have a mind of their own.
stars are dying. and you find that beautiful?
we always like it when the sun sets, because then we are swallowed by nothing, a void in which anything can be accepted.
and nobody hears about the heroes anymore. we only care about the villains, because that is what we have become.
//VOTE//COMMENT//SMILE//
YOU ARE READING
twilight
Short Story[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
