Maybe I'm not meant to have the things i
believe in the most. Maybe I'll always get a glimpse of it then it'll be taken
away from me. Maybe I'll always believe in them, but they'll never be mine. And
that's what it is, and I must make peace with this "ironically,
belief".
Maybe it's
written in the stars for others, but not written in mine. Maybe I'll always
desire and dream about it but It's not mine to keep nor have. Maybe It's a problem
I have or been cursed with, but I'll always ache for it, and I must deal and
live with it. My stars fell.
My stars
fell or imploded into a supernova and left me hanging by a thread. So caught up
in my fantasies and beliefs and had to go through hell to finally understand
the lesson. I may not live all those fantasies or beliefs, but I'll write about
them vividly for others to read.
