❝ i was staring at the sky, just looking for a star to pray on, or wish on, or something like that. i was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy whose reality i knew, was a hopeless to be had. but then the dove of hope began its downward slope and i believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed. but as it came down near, so did a weary tear. i thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag. ❞