Memories.

I stay awake only to see the shooting stars fly across the sky. In the candlelight snowflakes dance swiftly within my snow globe, while a tear escapes from my eye. Childhood memories cradle me deep inside as flashbacks pass me by. A piece of pergament paper reminds me of a letter I must not forget to reply.

I close my eyes only to find myself singing with a low voice on an angel's lullaby. A sweet melody that my mother sung to me when I was a child and that made me sleep deep under the northern sky. Night after night I stay awake only to see the shooting stars fly across the sky. My heart is filled with memories that will last for an entire life time.