Why am I always chasing after
stars out of reach in the sky?
When my wings are broken and useless,
and I don't even know how to fly?
Why do I stare at the heavens,
and wish for angels in the clouds?
When I'm trapped on the cold earth
and rooted firm in the desolate ground?
What would the galaxies want
with a wandering soul in the dark?
When there are comets amongst the planets,
that leave sparkling trails in their hearts?
I'll cut out a sail from my dreams,
and crash my cracked ship in the sea.
I doubt there'll be any stars in heaven,
that will shine in remembrance of me.
-Unknown
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Short Stories and Poetry
Short StoryRandom short stories and Poetry some original, some ones I just liked. Things from emo superpowers, and dramatic paintball scenes, here is a collection of stories that are sure to entertain you.
