A poem about wishing under the stars of the Milky Way galaxy.

We all have a hourglass full of fine sand that represents our lives.

Poetry.

During a difficult time in my life, a Guardian Angel came to my aid and showed me some truths about the universe.

I could never learn speed reading, but one thing I could do was to live in my mind that which I read. I suppose in some way, all do that, but it made deep impressions upon my mind, upon my soul. I picked information out of tidbits of narratives of others. Later these nuggets were tested and became mine or were discarded. As a reader, as a writer, the question of “Where Have I Been?” brings to mind the local, the other states, other countries, continents and finally the universe. Time and space are of no consequence, nor a limitation. If an author can write it, I can in my mind live it as if I were there. That is where I have been.

There is no way that we could win this war, these aliens were too superior to us, and they were highly advanced species that probably came from another galaxy.

“Go pay of the money to your mother which you borrowed,” he said.

I finally reached the headquarters of a military building and I park into the lot.

I rush towards my TV shelf and grip a Yellow Pages book. I skip to L and see the word linguist. Next to it made my heart pound, $7500! Oh my god, I will never be able to afford that, all I have is $300 after I spent on the new laptop. Curse my laptop! I know my mom’s bank pin so I enter it on the website. I automatically have $7500 in my bank account. My mom only has $2500 left. I better not make sure that she notices that her bank has been hijacked by her very own son. After all, she does owe me for coaling me an immature kid.

The continuation of my novel.