the shimmers.

she grew tired of chasing them. they knew it too. they knew she couldn’t reach out anymore with whatever instrument she could conjure using her little bare hands. she was tired. and so were they. she just sat there, exhausted and looking. looking at a distance or yearning for what she may never acquire, well i don’t know too. maybe she’s thinking of what to do next. a more polished plan to acquire them perhaps? but i do know that she’s still there. she’s still looking up. believe me, she is simply too stubborn to give them up – too stubborn to give that star up. she looks up, hopes that maybe they’ll stop running away. drowned in wishful thinking that they will come close. so close that maybe she could finally reach out and acquire them with just her hands.



so the wait begins.


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