they told her to shoot for the stars
so that's what she did
when she arrived in the cosmos
they were painted all around her
and her parents warned her
to choose only the best ones
there were so many of them
however was she to choose?
one girl told her,
"only go for the biggest and the brightest,
if not, then why are you here?"
and she thought about that, took it in
another one laughed and said,
"only pick the strange ones,
the ones that don't often meet the eye,
as they need attention just like the others,"
a boy raced by her,
trailing behind a shooting star
and he said, "why spend your life chasing stars
when you can just ride along with them?"
and she wondered to herself
how in the heavens he held on so tightly
some looked down on her
turned their noses up
called her haughty and selfish
for sorting through the stars
"why want more than you already have?"
they asked her in disgust
and she had no answer,
for she didn't know herself
she encountered a lost girl
who was wandering through the galaxy
eyes wide and sparkling
and her smile bright as the sun
cautiously she approached her
tapped on her shoulder and inquired
"why do you look so happy,
yet are lost and have no stars?"
the girl held up her empty hands
"i'm waiting for one to come to me,
it's not my job to chase them down."
so, she took this in too.
the boy in the moon enticed her over,
said, "why waste all your time with these stars?
why not sit down here next to me
and admire them from afar?"
and she sat there for a moment
peaceful, sure, it was
but the call of the stars was so intense
she left him just because
so now she stood alone
more confused than ever before
because everyone wanted something different of her
and she still sat empty-handed
a woman approached her,
seeing her anguish
and placed a palm on her shoulder
sat her down, gave her some water
then she asked her a burning question,
"what do you want?"
and the girl sat,
thought about this for a moment
gazed at the galaxy around her,
and then decided
"i want them all."
they told her to shoot for the stars.
so she did.
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride