I am bright. I shine almost everyday, and every night. I like it, I love it. I watch the children stare at me, full of awe and wonder.
I watch the awe-filled couples as they stare at me. I smile at them, which makes them even more happy. That’s my job as a star. To make people happy.
I am the first star to come out at night. People make wishes upon me, you see. But I can’t make them come true. I am just a ball of gas, sitting in the sky, looking at people.
I have lived my time, and soon, I will die. And when I shoot through the sky, even more people will make wishes upon me, but little do they know, they are too late. A thousand years late.
I wish I could be a human. To find love, to have a house to live in. To eat actual food. To live. To die a proper death.
But that can’t happen. For I am a star, just existing and never to live.