Space Dust

As I stare into the never ending void of space above my home I tell myself "All these stars died years ago, but they still light up the sky." After a long pause I ask myself "Am I like them? Will I light up the world long after I die?" The answer is no. Few people care to know who I am, and even fewer people know who I truly am. I'm not a star, I'm just another particle of space dust floating until it's gone.