I think about life and death, and I think about the years I have left, and suddenly I am small. A child in my mother's arms, crying into her chest because I skinned my knee. I smile up at her when she kisses my head and wipes away my tears.
I am a celestial body in this universe. All revolves around me when I am now and young. All will revolve around me until I see the world for what it is. And I will begin to age. And I will begin to feel the youth draining from me like water being squeezed out of a sponge.
And suddenly, I am small again, lying in bed.
Eyes failing, skin sagging , life fading.
In this moment, the world is opening its mouth and swallowing me up. No longer will I be just a planet in this solar system I once thought was so large, I will be meshed into the pieces of star matter scattered over the sky, and I will live forever in this moment.
