Why on earth do you draw shooting stars all the time?“ He asked, his fingers running over the dark shape against the page.
I smiled, “Somedays are harder than others, the clouds in my mind like to wander and rain. So when I wake up, I make a wish. Some days it’s love, some days it’s happiness, some days it’s simply a sunny day. And than I draw the shooting star.Why sit and ponder life when you can take it in your hands, grasp it tight, and never let go?”
I looked down, embarrassed.
“Why sit and wait, when you can make your own wishes come true.
— When you wish upon a star