This one's kinda sweet.
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Its very recent, so that might be why.
Mother always said that when you looked at the nightsky, you were really looking in the past. I thought it was the most magical thing ever, something out of a fairytale. Later I learned why, but that thought always remained. Especially when Mother was gone. The sky was my own special way of thinking of her, of remembering those times we stayed out late and watched, pointing out constellations and sharing facts we knew about space, the mysteries we'd like to see solved, the mysteries we'd like to solve ourselves.
When looking at the nightsky, I saw how it was supposed to be four years ago, when Mother and I still had those outings. I swore I could hear our talks while watching the sky once more, see us pointing up towards the heavens, dreaming about one day visiting another planet, or even another galaxy.
It made me sad to think we'd never share those dreams ever again, but at the same time I was comforted, because I could in a way. By speaking towards the sky, towards the stars we loved so well.
Now more than ever, I felt an itch to accomplish those dreams we made up together, not just for me, but for my beloved Mother as well. I'm sure she'd proud of my desicion. If only she were here to accomplish them with me. Then it would truly be perfect.
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Poems and short-stories that I wrote. ^-^ Comments, please?
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