abigail_and_bean

Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.

My parents gasp. The sun fades from view. I take off my glasses.

Set on a lone countryside, the sun shines brightly.

A little toddler, in too-big garden gloves and dirtied overalls holds out a sapling. She kneels down and sets the sapling down …

Two years later

A confusing theory,  luck and fairness are. It's not fair if you're lucky  (to someone else) and to you it's not fair if you're unlucky. Luck means different things to different people.

I like the way she shines

Beaming through the darkness

A spark of hope

Blazing through 

the never ending darkness

of night

She gives me hope for the world

As if saying

"It's okay,