Passions Wish

Star light, star bright first star i see tonight. I wish...... she would sometimes whisper, or recite quietly in her mind, no holds barred... every single night. She wished. The first star she saw she wished upon.... the star... Usually it was one star in particular, she called it her wishing star.... and it was...the first and brightest in the evening sky.  Always with the same wish. Never faltering for the need of it. Always dreaming of it. That she had it. felt it. yearning for it once in this life. Knew it existed. Wished and wished. what? what was it she wished? She longed for it. For herself. She was so lonely and tired. Afraid to talk because the words never came out right. She was an outcast in a cold bitterly cold path North winds blowing. She walked. No matter the temperature, through the snowstorms, against the wind, she walked and wished. The wind whipped and slapped her chapped red cheeks again while she walked onward. Looking around this eager world. Anticipation of a shelter around the bend across the train tracks... The front windows body of light was a welcome sight.... the wind whipped up its authoritory voice as to remind her its power and strength... stinging her cheeks.... while the tears drops trickled down from green eyes. Music to her ears she heard AC/DC drum away about the bells of hell... deafens her hearing and wins her heart.... the winds whipped again... this time whistling and a roaring this momento for her ears. She loved the fierce wings of the wind's blowing power. Outage..... BLACK