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my star
Monday, Aug. 26, 2002 - 9:01 p.m.
i think that im starting to, in a sad way, enjoy the fact that perhaps i will never ever ever find the man of my dreams. maybe i've accepted in my young adolescence that perhaps, there just simply isn't someone out there for everyone. I'm not saying that there outright isn't a possibility, but what if i bluntly, perhaps to due to my badluck, a screw up in fate, or plain tardiness end up not meeting him. I believe that fate is a higher force that does hold power over us. Not a constricting essence, but rather a guiding light, like a beautiful, shimmering star. Its actions are timid and modestly shy, it doesn't always make a visible appearance, but once in a while, just when we think things can't get any more deluded and further from the truth, we catch the glimmer of this shimmery sparkle. This force, this essence that is so undoubtebly pure that guides us through the dark velvet night. And all we can do is sit back and think that everything is going to be ok. I just worry sometimes that my star is dying.
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