Stars.

I was born at 10:26 PM, with the night sky above me. It’s too bad that I couldn’t see it because I was too busy baby-bawling beneath the hospital’s hideous florescent lighting. No matter how bright these lights were to my new eyes, I imagine that the stars were a thousand times more brilliant the night I came into the world.
I wish I could’ve seen them, with their twinkling beauty contrasting against the pitch of black of night. I wish I didn’t have to use lights and lamps to fight the darkness. I wish I had the stars to guide me, to wish on, and to just gaze at. I wish that the stars would fill me with their light, and make me sparkle.