Three. That is the total number of shooting stars I found in the past week, including the one tonight. On TV, shooting stars appear to move across the sky much slower and longer, giving you enough time to acknowledge its existence and its ability to make wishes come true so that you could gather your thoughts and come up with a wish that is worth wishing for. The three shooting stars I witnessed were quick, sharp and unforgiving. You miss it then that was it. There was no time to acknowledge nor react to its graceful yet short-lived presence on the starry skies. Unless you were actively looking for them, and that I wasn't. I just happened to come across them whilst I was taking my daily smoke in the garden (which is incidentally the time I let my head swim with thoughts freely and without restrictions). Still, I try. I try very hard to gather myself together and to think of something I would want to wish for.
Each time, I wish for the same thing. I wish for her happiness. I wish that she will find happiness where ever she is. I wish that no matter what happens, she will discover true happiness and hope she will never have to suffer hardships in life. That is my wish.
