She told me,
'Let's go to heaven
For the hell of it'
As she was smiling
To the starry sky
So benevolent.

Irrelevant when I
Couldn't see her eyes
Set on tomorrow,
But it was just her
Imacable positivity
That had killed my
Pessimistic sorrow.

Because in a universe
That's filled with meteorites
And other cosmic debris,
We're just bright stars
Shooting for something
Further than the moon.*

- (A.F)