Stars in my Vision

Dizzy endless spinning stars.
All too small to shine brighter.
Should one get too big, it soon collapses and loses its shine.
Its death in a firey explosion only to be met with the greatest darkness.
The blades of grass, so rough yet soft, together make a carpet of green to lay my head upon.
Should they cover me up and drag me under, I will lay in the dirt all the same.
Nature’s cycles all flowing like the river.
Balance attempting to regain footing.
The death of something old;
The life of something new.
Dizzy again.
Always so dizzy.
Oblivion is so close and yet too far.
For those cursed without death, all you can do is close your eyes.
Simple comforts for those with no end in sight.
No way to close the book they are forced to read.
It is such a cruel joke, for all those who wish for it out of fear of the unknown.
If only I had known this sooner.
I will wait until every star goes dark.
Maybe that will provide me with the comfort I crave.
All things end for a reason.
I wish I had learned that sooner.