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| "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."- Galileo |
While I sat alone in lush greenery, drawn into the vast
wilderness of the sky and as the chasm of earth and the sky dilated, I
caught a glimpse of that star.
“Indeed, a very precious one.” I murmured.
For it shone the brightest, drew all of my attention and
captured my very essence.
It was one of those rare moments; I felt something was within my reach, within my grasp, something I could hold on to.
That moment, I could just lie down; stared at it endlessly
for a while.
I didn't know what endured me to look at that only star when
I knew even in my dreams, I could never come close, not even close enough to touch.
Funny, how from this glaring distance, I could still manage
to satisfy myself by just looking.
As the pang of cold air started to fill the air, as my
irrational thoughts deluded my wandering mind, there came the helpless and
worse, futile wanting for me to be next that star.
But just as when the dark clouds finally obscured the
serenity of the sky, I was suddenly knocked out of my senses, as if I came to
life after an ethereal trance.
“I can never have that star.” The bold truth I could only utter.
I was hoping.
I was wishing it could and it would be mine.
