I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Wish on Stars
I wish that I could touch. That you could be in my grasp. I wish that I can see all of you always, not hidden by the L.A. smog. I wish that I could wish on you. On your surface. And what would I wish for?
I would wish that when somebody dies, no matter how ugly they saw the world or how much ugliness they experienced, that they could understand the extent of its beauty.
I want for people to understand that life is worth living. Whether they know that from their first breath or their last is irrelevant. Whether they were benevolent or malicious does not matter.
I wish that I could understand love better so that I can accept it better and give it better. I wish that I could be more aware of instances of love and hatred because I believe that will allow me to love.
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