A shooting star streaks across the midnight sky brightening the midnight sky for just a moment. I close my eyes and try to make a wish. Instead a single glistening tear squeezes past my tightly sealed eyes. A wish will not change the past what’s done is done. I should leave wishing on shooting stars to those who still have some hope that this world holds a little bit of magic those who have even just a small shred of faith left in their heart.
Perhaps if they knew what a single strike of lightning could do they would not believe this world holds magic either. That all it takes is one strike deep within your heart to end all hope. To change everything, to alter the course of one’s life beyond all recognition until what it could have been, perhaps should have been cannot even be glimpsed.
