I can’t help but think that I’m not the only one, But wonder it so. We can all wish for something we cannot have. We can all chase our dreams, in the dark, grasping blindly at shooting stars and wishing wells.
I like to think that wishes on stars really do come true. I like to think that, one day, things will be different, And I will find my way back to you.
written for my third Creative Writing prompt - an exquisite corpse made in class, where we had to keep at least two consecutive lines. The first three lines are from the original.