Before I edited my blog, it was first titled Flyingstars.
Stars never fly, they only hang at night watching over the people who pass below them (or else let the people watch them, especially lovers)… I never get the chance to watch the skies at night with a lover coz I don’t even have one. Some people who are fed up with much romance think that stars are lovely to the eyes particularly when they are shared by lovers. The only chance that I was able to watch them at night was when I’m with my friends.
As I looked up, the trees were hindering my clear view from the stars. I tried to focus my eyes to one tiny glittering object that I’ve seen through the branches. At first, I thought it was a star but then it started moving. That’s when I realized that it was actually not a star but a firefly.
Of all the flies that I know, it is the only fly that doesn’t disgust me. In fact, it is the only fly that humans like to keep; either they are fascinated by its uniqueness or driven by their curiosity. Since then, I tend to look up at the trees whenever I have time to pass on that road and get overwhelmed by the sight of it. There were times when even thought I saw a shooting star and wished, only to feel half-disappointed, half-amazed. Such creatures were able to cheat my eyes. However, either it be a falling star or a firefly, both were a pleasure to the eyes. I would love to be fooled then.
12/4/07
