In the deepest wee hours of the night, a wandering child is wandering the streets. Seeing the stars outside walking aimlessly. Every one is asleep but this child is counting stars. Asking questions about the universe.
The dream of being an astronaut and explore space never left. What is out there?Are aliens real or just some trick they tell to keep us from leaving? The dark blue skies filled with little shinning lights is just out there waiting,for an answer, maybe not, but possibilities are endless.
A lot of questions are buzzing in this child's mind. Its past one am and she should be asleep yet she still kept wondering. What if the earth stood still? Or would rotate back wards would it be possible to be a child once again?
She closed her eyes and when she opened them he's back to being a 21 year old again. Old habits die hard, so here she is up till dawn waiting for the morning sun. Wanting to rekindle the innocent child she was once.
We all wanted to grow up when we were young. But growing up we wanted to go back to being young, the weary days and fleeting happiness in life made her lost some of her dreams. Reality hit her hard shattering her fantasies which she didn't have the chance to make a reality.
So now as she stands under the street light in the late of night. She wondered what was it like when she was still a child. Full of hopes, dreams and fears but never the less brave to conquer things.
A shooting star passed by, and with a hopeful heart she wished to find her way back home. To be the innocent wandering child she was before.
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