When I was little, my parents used to have a car that had two windows in the roof, one above the front seats and one above the back seats. I spent many car-rides trying to decipher the shapes in the clouds and wondering what secrets the stars were holding. Sometimes I would even childishly wonder why the moon was always following me - I might have even called her my friend once upon a time. I don't know when I stopped thinking of her as such - was that before or after we got another car? Would she accept my friendship once more if I asked her? I must admit, I still sometimes puzzle whether she really is following me or not, as naive as it sounds. I truly hope I'll never lose the bit of childish wonder I have nestled deeply in my heart, but at the same time I'm afraid I will. I guess I should really befriend the boom again before it's too late. ~Please watch over me
It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it. ~ Oscar Wilde