I often wonder what becomes of the stars that die.
Where do they go?
Because I don't like the thought of them burning or becoming a black hole.
I like the hugely romanticized version where they fall and become a shooting star to grant one more wish of a lonely person who still hoped that stars do grant wishes to those who believe hard enough.

Maybe one day I'll share with you all the things I learned when I

danced amongst the stars.

If I had known how much pain I would be in,
Would I have returned your call?
I would want to say yes.
Be selfless and say that even though it hurt so much that it made me the person I am today.
But I don’t like this person
She can’t trust anyone because it seems like everyone leaves eventually.
It’s made me lonely.
I would have never have returned your call if I had known.
Even though it was fun for a while.
It wasn’t worth the pain in the long run.
That’s how much I despise you.
That tells you how much I deal with anger towards you everyday.
Because if I was in any control of my life,
I would have taken you out of it completely.
There would be a blank
Where you would have been.
Because the thing is that people never stay
But their memories seem to hang on forever.

My mom is like a sunflower, always pointed at the sun.
Taking in its warmth, receiving life.
What she gives is beauty to the beholder, she is beautiful and delicate but no where near fragile for the thorns she grew protects her from all sorts of weeds and hands wanting to pick at her.
She is strong and when something picks at her petals she smiles, and grows more.
And she doesn’t fail to give me shade under her bright yellow petals
She never forgets to make me smile on the bad days and she always reminds me of the beautiful things in life, even when she herself can’t see them sometimes.
She is beautiful and strong.
She is just like a sunflower.