They each flicker, shining brighter at night. Like stars in my sky they would make my world visible, more easy to traverse, more easy to survive.
Like all stars in my sky, they all die. Not in unison, but individually. One little star was sick of helping illuminate my path and so it took its light elsewhere.
Another little star was sick of being so far from me, so instead of making attempts at getting closer it made itself more distant and disappeared.
The last little star was sick of being a light, so it darkened itself. It smothered itself till it was nothing more than an empty ball of dust billions of miles away , only thing it left behind was its last ray of light, but that wasn't enough to illuminate my path.
My path darkened , my direction crumbles, my will dies.
My starry sky is a blank canvas, with nothing to paint with I simply dissapear, like a star in my sky.
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
