Sometimes I look up at the stars and think about how insignificant I am. More stars in the universe then grains of sands on all of Earth's beaches. And here I am, on just one tiny circle of rock in an ever-expanding universe. All I am is a speck of dust, a grain of sand, a particle of stardust.
The stars do not care about my problems, they do not care about the tears running down my cheeks, do not care about the way my heart breaks. They just stare at me.
They go through their life without a care in the world, they even influence us when they're long gone. They shine for the world to see, not caring what the world thinks about them.
I wish I was a star.
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These Nights
Short StoryOne night. A night of adventure, passion, and devilment. When the sun comes up, the spell is gone.
