Somewhere , deep inside every living thing, breaths a life that we may or may not completely understand. But because it breaths it lives.
Plants grow and turn , Stars are born and shine brightly in the night sky. Else where in the world, Seasons change everyone grows a year older, Other places Stars older bigger continue to breath.
the solo system dies a crypt death, If that's how long it takes okay, If that's how long i must wait then alright,
Because when i think of it, there is nothing i find more desirable, then the thought of sitting next to you on that last day on a cold chunk of ice over top the world,
where the stars above beyond and between us, will never shine so bright ever again.
