Catch A Falling Star...

The stars overhead shone with a fire that lit the sky for miles to see. We lied upon towels in the wet grass to get a better view.

Perhaps someday, wishing upon a shooting star will finally be worth it to at least someone..

But wishes are only wishes in themselves.
They breathe, live, and then vanish.
But we keep pouring more and more into them, hoping they become real.

With the controlled fire in front of us creating an eerie glow upon the scenery, we enjoyed the silence and prayed that maybe,
maybe for just once...

A wish would exist.