By: Ella Yu
Glistening, twinkling, and sprinkled all over,
Pixie dust, she thought, will it make me luckier?
“I’ve never felt so helpless”
So irresolute, emotional, the melody carelessly flows
Buoyant chords and playful rhythm floating in the air,
Spontaneity, chaos, dust wrapped all over her hands.
“I’m not throwing away my shot”
Rap in place of the female voice, she picked up the pen
She chose metallic ink; endless, sparkling imagination
“I will never be satisfied,” she wrote
Dim, helpless strokes. No words were shiny.
“Just you wait.” he mumbled, counting stars on her hands.