::The Life of a Star is Finite::
K.L.
A/N: I found a video (http:/www. youtube. com/ watch?v=m01mb0X1yo8) and my heart clenched. Though it does it no justice - this was my inspiration.
In a World bursting with love, life and laughter our existence is measured not by our failures but by our successes. It is a warm place in which the grass never fades and the leaves never wilt. It is the World of our mind – a World with no place in reality, for there the tones are bleak, the sun dampened. And yet still many cling to the façade. From dusk to dawn it is an ever lasting optimism.
But just as the Sun will one day cease to shine so will their light – after all nothing is eternal.
I used to think that the stars – high in the night sky – were eternal. They were a beauty we could never touch – never taint. And that no matter what may become of us that they would continue on, forever until the end of time. I know better now. At some point every star burns out, a candle at the end of its wick.
As I stand here the cold wind biting into my exposed flesh I am reminded. Perhaps I had aided in its demise – idle and afraid when it first began to crumble. Perhaps I could have done something. Perhaps I could have saved it.
Regardless it is now dark. There is no Sun – no star – in sight. I am without warmth and the bleak gray permeates my skin. Oh how I wish I would have told you. You were my star: my light to guide me. Without you I will wander; wander until the end of time. For I am no star and oh how I wish I could join you.