Shameless broken weed i watch, sitting on my path. Watch my grow or watch no longer, the end is coming near. Or at least that is what i thought was coming. When fire never fell from the heavens, and space ships did not appear in the midnight blue sky, we knew they were not coming... the aliens were not coming. No invasion was going to happen, no mass terror over the entire world, we are only watching space, but space is not watching us.
I can feel my son's presece and the gazes upon my back. I do not look normal to the few people out on the streets this late at night. I am now in a red cloak, hood over my hanging head. The bag is still slung over my shoulder, only now much lighter as i have taken the heavy cloth from it's concelling. Stars are so far away i wonder how far my baby is. I can still see his watering eyes... even though he is nearly sixteen by now.
The funny thing about stars however, is not of their mass distance. Lightyears away... The light that they produce takes years to get to our eyes, that is how far they are from us. But if a star was to die... their light keeps on shining. Because the light from when it was still alive is still traveling... and until it reaches our eyes looking into space, it is always still with life.
My feet give out on me and i fall to the wet grass. A few wanderers step towards me to help, but i bekon them away with a flick of my hand. I stand again and continue my journey, never stopping, never forgetting.
I'm coming to get my star, weather he has died or is still with tender life... i am coming to see his light.
