Last night I saw a shooting star.
It was so small,
so tiny and insignificant looking,
I was lucky to notice it.
When I described it to them,
I said that it was so small,
it had no other lights,
so it wasn't an airplane.
It was the right color.
I said it looked the same way it always looks on TV,
it made them laugh,
but it was true.
I said how amazing it was,
and how I've never seen one before.
I'm honestly not sure if I'll ever see one again.
It was beautiful,
and so fleeting.
I think it was showing me
that life is beautiful and fleeting too,
(at least to something its age),
and I should make the best of it.