Looking at the stars, the world seems to just disappear around me. All I can think of is everything that has happened, and what I wish could've happened. My mind wonders as tears of sadness and happiness slowly fall down my face. Standing there looking up at the stars, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I let it out, and continue looking up. The stars twinkle and sparkle as I look. A plane silently flies over head, I smile as I think of where all the people aboard are going or have been.
I walk back home, thinking about how lucky I am to be here. What's next? I ask myself. I look back up, reminding myself how lucky I am to be here. In this world I call home.
A/N part 3! :) x
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Short Pieces of Writing
Short StoryThis is just a small collection of paragraphs and descriptive writing from class or just something I wrote for fun :)
