Interstellar Space
Searching the heavens for answers
Head back, eyes scanning the stars
Seeing nothing but celestial bodies
Scouring behind, between, beyond the dwarfs and giants
For the source of life
Heartbeat, hoofbeat, drumbeat
Neutrinos connect us with eons past
Thrilling the soul, calling us onward
The river of stars pulsing through our veins
Like cosmic dust in suspension
Clouds, wind, thrashing rain, renewal
The rainbow’s a promise, a solace, a prism
Of sparkling raindrops diffusing the white sunlight
No less magical for the stellar explanation
Science supplies
Posing for pictures and paintings
Trying to capture a likeness for posterity
Pouting and primping for passing time
Which expands and contracts
Like the tide tied to the moon
Gratitude, beatitude, attitude
No platitude will assuage the broken heart
Dark matter doesn’t matter
Unless it stains the soul
The black hole will stretch your anguish into spaghetti
Prayers rise high into the firmament
Astronauts hear them like sighs that
Float past other worlds, looking for a place to land
But an incoming asteroid carries them back to earth
Along with more seeds of life
About the Creator
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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