The stars will fall
the stars will fall in tiny pieces of twinkling dust — when we finally realise that we are alive
like intricate — delicate snowflakes raining down in harmony, natures flash mob suddenly appearing — an orchestrated vision telling the story of what becomes of this beautiful thing called life
like the rose petals scattered preceding the footsteps of those that will carelessly crush them — misadventure is afoot, whilst being sugar coated as a scene wrapped up in a package labelled romance
our ears will hear nothing but silence though the moon will sigh all through the night — and the trees will whisper in conspiracy with the Universe, trying to figure out just how they can start charging humans for their oxygen
the stars will fall into many an open mouth — scratching our throats on the way to filling our gasping lungs to the point of suffocation — all over the world as we stand still and continually frozen aghast at what we have done and not done
our footprints will be found on the fragments of stars beneath our feet — our fingerprints will be all over our own broken hearts
