#deepthoughtsandshit

When we were kids, we had little cute dreams about flying in the sky on the back of a unicorn, watching Disney movies and dreaming of becoming of a princess. Having little dreams which makes no sense at all. We used to stare at the open sky, looking at the stars, admiring it and telling it to fulfill our own childish dreams. But now, as you grow up you cry in the bathroom fucked up of the reality and life itself. You creep into a lonely corner looking at the night sky talking to the star and telling it to heal your pain because you always stared at the beautiful star and asked for your desires. But my question is why do you pray to the star when you can pray to the one who created it? That’s easier.