As I float adrift in the cosmos of my consciousness, I ponder the silent gravity wells that shape our inner universe. Each thought, a distant star; each feeling, a gravitational pull.
What orbits the mind’s silent sun?
The collision of old memories and new realities creates supernovae of emotion, brilliant yet fleeting. They leave behind black holes in my understanding, places where meaning collapses in on itself.
In this void, I reach not for light, but for anchors—constant as the North Star, guiding my fragmented path. The constellations of my past align and misalign according to an unseen force, a theory of emotional relativity.
Like planets in a dance, we gravitate around each other, pulled by invisible threads woven from shared experiences and silent understandings. How close we come to one another, only to drift apart again, is a measure of our intimate constellations.
Nebulae of Emotion