“Can you help?” I begged the horizon. I also asked why, but there wasn’t an answer. “Pardon me, but are You there?” I asked politely. Hm. Again, it seems there wasn’t an answer. I never really noticed the stars; nor did I wish to know them. I did not know they existed until my eyes were opened. No. I wish they had remained closed. I didn’t know I would get hurt. Yes. I asked why, but there wasn’t an answer. How can I drown when there isn’t any water? Hasn’t it all been drained? I know not if I will see her again. I long to, but I don’t wish to feel more pain. There are plenty of fish, I've heard, but none of them are the same. Maybe if I were different, the despair wouldn't have came? My fish is a star, and I want this one here. Maybe this is goodbye forever, but it surely won't be the last tear. CREDITS: Google for image written by me
