The key to living

open your eyes.

you see,

when I look at the dark, obsidian space up

above

I don’t expect to see twinkling stars

or vivid galaxies,

I see possibilities,

hope,

strength against those who see us dead

because at the end of the day

those same stars we admire,

the same white dots we put on high pedestals,

and the same ones who brighten the night

yonder

are long gone,

dead

and has ceased to exist.

yet they still give inspiration to those who are

yearning to find some meaning to their

existence.

Why are you breathing and

laughing and crying

and cursing

at each other

when at the end of it all,

you’re dead anyway

but you do, because just like the glittering light emitters,

you will be remembered for how you shone

your light and not how you blended in the dark

that now,

seems to consume our world.