When I saw the star sparkling
In the darkest of dark midnight sky
It caught my eye for a millisecond
Maybe this is it
I inhaled and breathed out
The wish that has always been
Burning in my frontal cortex
Waiting for perfect timed freedom
Sending my energy upwards
With hope unleashed
Taking flight
Only to find out my star
Was not a wishing star
Bright and steadfast
For unimaginable eternity
It was a shooting star
Streaking across the galaxy
As transient as the dream
That escaped once again
For naught
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Musings of an INFJ
RandomAn eclectic compilation of writing from my perspective as an INFJ. According to the Myers & Briggs Personality Inventory, I fit into the INFJ profile. I = Introversion N = Intuition F = Feeling J = Judging It fits me so well that I realize a...
