they say a star dies in the most spectacular way.
Can i hope the same for me?
For myself to be buried in the most beautiful way?
Be under the ground or on the table.
Can my death inspire?
can it create?
For a star dies when it loses its fuel,
what keeps its atoms stable,
i shall pass away the same,
when my self exhausted its hope,
when i loose my sanity and
everything seems too complex to comprehend.
