The day I died I greeted the stars.
From one graveyard to another
We discussed our lives.
Theirs were fantastical -
Thousands of decades spent witnessing
Yet they were more interested
In my mundane stories.
They wondered what it was like
To have a mother
To fall in love.
I told them.
I told them how we’d fight and
how my heart would beat faster than
I thought possible at the mention of her name.
What is that?
They’d ask
A heart?
I’d tell them how our lives were the span of a single organ
They found it perfectly fascinating.
I return I asked them what gravity felt like.
Not to be pulled, but to be the center
Of the universe.
I suppose it’s like your heart.
More weight than you thought you could bear.
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I am kicking my self for not having looked at those heavenly beauties like that before .. tonight's gonna be different though .. 🌹
I find it fascinating that we as humans find the night sky beautiful and the fall months pretty when in all reality we are looking at graveyards. Dead plants, dead stars, dead leaves. It's incredible that we find so much beauty in such a depressing view.
Now that is an interesting view .. I shall take another look tonight
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