Mindless

The evening is full of stars. They quietly watch the tiny spectrums of civilization minding their own buisness. Once in a while, a person will gaze at its luminous beauty and wish upon it. They only wish because they still have something to believe in. They leave their hopeful wishes on a star and it takes it away until it appears the next night. But we all know wishes are created because of our mindless indulgence. As the night dwindles down, the star looks back knowing the wisher's wish will never come true...