My SUN… and I.

The sun, the moons, and the stars, change slowly over time;

Like me, I change and age like any other,

Yet in death’s call I go back to my original form.

Like them I will waste away slowly, depending on the life of my sun.

I should not get too attached, since suns eventually die.

It will end my existence, cast my world into darkness.

It will burst me into a million fragments, until I can slowly be brought together.

I had found the light, yet can easily lose it.

My sun is fragile, yet it ages the fastest, more quicker then I.

One day it will die, and will I.

by Stephanie Reyes