I watch the lovely stars in the sky, full of happiness, full of life. It’s fun to imagine myself as a part of them. Everything up there looks perfect, and the greenery and heart of the heavens evoke a sense of longing in me. Longing for a place where the grass is greener. If I had the gift of flight, I would fly through the air until I would find myself in the heavens, where I would live happily ever after. Free from depression, suffering and pain. But I am here on the ground. Here, where the rot and stench of deathly fear fills my lungs, where nothing is fair and everyone is eventually forgotten it is hopeless to wish for more. For I am stuck here in a world full of hate and gore, where people kill and people die. Where prejudice and poverty reign supreme. Where people suffer by the hundreds of millions everyday. I try to keep an open mind, but it is impossible to be happy in a place so flawed. So I look to the skies and the heavens, and pray for the day when the grass will be green here too.