you think that somewhere in you, there is still the child who believes that good luck charms are enough, and that if you believe in something it will come true. however, time and age has shown you that’s not always the case, even though it never hurts to have a little faith. you’re a grown up version of this child, still wishful but no longer naive; you’ve learnt to expect and accept the worst that is to come. you’re unsure if false hope or no hope at all is better. you think the latter hurts less but you still hope anyway, hope that that child in you was right all along and maybe miracles do happen, just not yet.
so then why do people wish for people to come back, on stars that are already long gone?
you think, we all still have that child in us.