I often find myself staring at the stars.
Searching for that peace of mind.
It hides among the flickering fire.
Burning bright for a moment in time.
How small we truly are?
Just a speck of dust in history.
Our issues and toils pointless.
In the vastness of eternity.
Looking up to the heavens.
Grasping at the light of old.
Thinking of those before us.
And all the stories they have told.
Is this as far as I will go?
Is this as far as we can come?
Who will even remember?
The things that I have done.
All things come to an end.
Nothing will last forever.
The Universe will grow dim.
And our problems to the night forever.
About the Creator
Christopher Foster
I was born on May 16, 1988. I’ve started several stories that will probably never be published. I enjoy painting and playing music. I’m married to an amazing woman and I am thankful for her and her constant support in my endeavors.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.