Think of the galaxy as a giant vinyl record...
Last night I saw a shooting star.
It looked like a lazy arc, but I knew it was a combusting meteor rushing faster and faster, pulled dizzily down to its doom by the weight of a thousand wishes from a thousand strangers.
What a way to die.
I did not have the heart to make a wish.
It looked like a lazy arc, but I knew it was a combusting meteor rushing faster and faster, pulled dizzily down to its doom by the weight of a thousand wishes from a thousand strangers.
What a way to die.
I did not have the heart to make a wish.