‘Twas a starry night. So, he tossed and turned suffocated under the burden of sleep, that eluded him
Through the windows, he saw the stars. Obscure and distant.
So he beseeched them, “Do we appear as minuscule to you as you do to us?”
They twinkled and gleamed, “yes” they whispered back.
One sole abstruse star, celestial and heavenly, whispered, “but when we fall, we see heads bowed, eyes closed, lips moving.”
Its dazzling luminescence unfaltering, “When we fall, in you we see light.”
“Light,” the young boy chuckled, “light is what you are made of.”
Ironic.
“In you, I see the light of hope, gratitude, love and prayer,” it murmured, “and that shines brighter than all.”
So I know that I haven’t posted in a very long time. My college started and it’s really hectic right now.
I am trying to manage time better, so I hope I can post more frequently. I hope all of you are doing well.
Whimsical Wordsmith 