yourhiro

When I was a child, I saw the sky as bright and full of stars 🌟, and each of them represented one of my dreams. Then, a shooting star 🌠 would appear, and I would make a wish. Most of my wishes came true, although they took a while. But as I grew into an adult while still being a child inside, I saw the sky begin to fade, as if I had stopped dreaming. There were no more shooting stars to be seen, and I stopped making wishes. In just a couple of weeks, I will try again at what I failed to do last year, a promise I made to myself. I will lie on the ground to look toward the sky 🌌 once more and make a wish, even without a shooting star. But this time, the wish will not be for me. In the darkness that I have never been afraid of, in the silence that I have always heard, I will recall all the wishes🕯️I have made throughout my life.