Thursday, 24 March 2016

Late Night Writing

Hey Internet Friends,
This is something I wrote quite a while ago when I couldn't sleep. I hope you like it. Feel free to give me any comments (positive or negative) about what you think and how I could improve it.

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Late at night she gazes through the window, marvelling at the beauty speckled in the sky. They appear dainty, delicate and dazzling but are really giant, burning, masses of gas. Safe: the feeling she gets as she surveys the night sky above her. People say we are all made of stars. She loves the idea of this; the fact we're all created from something of beauty. Perchance it represents the good in everyone, the belief that everyone has the power to be happy, pleasant and caring. Maybe it's the reason why she feels at home whenever she sees the jewels in the sky. Or perhaps it's just a nice thought that fills her with hope. 
Either way, the night sky is a magical mystery that hold so many hopes and dreams.