Once upon a time, I had a lone star, the one that shines brightest even in an otherwise dark sky. The lone star symbolised hope, it meant that even on the darkest night of my life, there would always be hope. I could fall even from the sky because I knew that someone would catch me, but for the first time ever I am scared to fall.
The sky is empty, and all that remains is darkness, a dark cloud looms over my head, and the darkness is waiting for me with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow me whole.
I have been running away from it, fighting it, dreading it all because I saw the Lone Star but can you really change your destiny? I guess not! Because I tried everything but fate seems inevitable now.
Maybe I was destined to fall, maybe the flicker of Lone Star was just my imagination, maybe hope doesn’t exist, maybe….
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