Most of us want to be the brightest shining star,
We all want to be like the sun.
Everyone would admire,
And desire to be in our presence.
But think about it...
Do you really want to be the sun?
Look at it...
It's all alone,
Blazing in all its brilliance,
Yet it has no one to turn to.
I'd rather be like the moon
Or any other star
Even though they don't shine as bright.
They don't give much light,
Or any vital warmth,
But they are not alone.
They have each other.
I'd rather be like that.
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Tales of a Dreamer
ContoA bunch of random, mini stories I come up with randomly. I promise I do not need help. I write from emotions that I feel, and I intensify them. I am a perfectly happy individual who just needs a place to express my emotions. Don't worry, enjoy!
