If smiles could light the whole night sky, he'll flap his wings and fly. Just fly.
Fly he did that starry night. He flew up high with all his might when suddenly he remembered his fear of heights. He fell. Wakey wakey! No smile can light the whole night sky. No man can fly. A dreamer could, but he knows he shouldn't.
I used to think that a dreamer's dream knows no boundaries. I've always believed in even the slimmest of possibilities. I hope and I wait no matter how long it takes. But that starry night, I realized that there are boundaries that a dreamer can't cross, gray areas that he shouldn't tread and Pandora boxes that should never be opened.
That same starry night, I realized that dreams do come true. Along with that night, came a gentle reminder that I can write all the stories I want but at the end of the day, I know a story has already been written for me.