this is how it feels like. to succumb to death.

I see a thousand stars glittering 

they are fireflies 

not dimming

but turning brighter and brighter 

they are a treat

to the eyes that are dying 

and I see with a clarity

and straight on meet

them, with my dying eyes

my hands know how to move

to touch them and sense them

those stars have flown thousands 

of miles 

from the skies

to visit me and only me

I will not let them go

when they chose me.

I choose them too

and we are not to part

this is how it feels like

I have always looked in awe

at the little twinkling stars 

floating on the ocean 

and I never knew.

I was too late to realize 

that my stars would smile,

when I will be going awhile

I didn't know and I see it all now

they are happy to let me go

for giving birth to another character

Just because this shell of mine is cracking

and they want to take care of me

not let me shatter along with the ugly shell

Where are my stars?

Where are they?

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©VioletEden