May 19, 2012
By Sankhya Amaravadi BRONZE, Bloomington, Illinois
Sankhya Amaravadi BRONZE, Bloomington, Illinois
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I’m sitting outside, staring at the stars. It’s almost midnight and I’m not supposed to be here but the night sky always draws me into its eternal abyss. When I’m older and have my own house, I’ll make sure that it’s somewhere where the stars aren’t obscured by city lights. I’ll have a skylight in my bedroom so that in the minutes just before I fall asleep, I’ll be able to look up at the sky – at our past, present, and future – and know that everything will be okay. This is what I’m thinking about when I am getting the first injection, the one to put me to sleep. This is where I am in my uneasy unconciousness. This is where I am pulled out of when I wake up, only to be told that my body is rejecting the foreign tissues. This is where I will go very soon, when I die. I will become a star, shining in the sky, watching humanity, waiting to guide the lost souls on Earth.

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