I once laid in a field of soft grass. No blanket, no tent, no fire to keep me warm. I stared into the blackened sky and watched as the stars began to twinkle and shine. Breathtaking. It is the only fitting word to describe the picture being painted before my weary eyes. I imagined that I too was a star, but I did not shine so bright. I simply blended in...while the others took the show. I envied their greatness, their presence and tranquility, While I laid in the cold grass, getting dirt on my newly washed jeans. It was a frigid night, a night without temperature, a night without substance. I laid there alone. I had no reason to shine or twinkle... For I was on the ground, and the others were soaring High above the restless world below, free from the pains and stresses of everyday life. They are lucky, the stars. They shine so brightly, And me, I lay in open fields on cold nights, Wearing dirty jeans, wishing for greater things. Oh to be a star...the brightest star. The one that is pointed to by a thousand fingers, And wished upon by a thousand empty hearts. My empty heart did the same. I saw the brightest star above, And made a wish as I slowly drifted off to sleep against the cool, soft earth. Oh to be a star...I would shine so bright, and soar High above this world that I no longer recognize. I would finally be able to shine... And I would no longer be aloneBirth sign: Aries
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