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Shooting Star

For as long as I can remember, I’ve chased shooting stars.

And every so often, I catch one by the tail...so I grab onto it with both hands and hang on for dear life.

It never lasts long.

I usually slip.

And then I fall.

And, each of those times, as I’ve come hurtling back towards the earth, I’ve sworn I’d learn my lesson.

I’ve sworn this will never happen to me again.

I’ve sworn I’d give up chasing shooting stars.

But, then, I see them shining in the darkness, sparkling down upon me.

I look upon them…

….dream upon them…

…wish upon them…

…and before I know it, I’m stretching, reaching, grabbing at the stars once again.

How lovely would it be to live amongst the cosmos?

To be admired and looked upon fondly.

To be spoken to in intimate whispers and to carry the hope of wishes come true.

I’ve promised to give up chasing the stars for many, many lives now…

But each reincarnation seeks them out; over and over again.

Perhaps it is true that we are all just stardust, and a part of me is trying to get home.