Drifting beyond familiar echoes, I clutch this words before the stars yawn into dusk. Outhere, silence entwines the comet tails, weaving spells in distant constellations. Clipboard dreams float abandoned, yearning for some cosmic caress.
Your laughter is a supernova; I carry it close.
Dance of gravity, unaware of the sentience entwined amongst solar winds. This fragment of thought slips like sand through galactic fingers, its grains shimmering with potential. My ocean lies barren, mirrored in scattered asteroids.
Touch these rhythms of the infinitude, a universe trapped within ephemeral breaths.
Holographic visions shift sporadically between realities, layers decrypting emotive wavelengths. Formless, yet striking against the endless matrix of pulsars, holding tale spun from DNA stardust. Unspoken intuition understands everything, at least galactic night-sky thought impliesso.
A melodic black hole hums, surely you hearits tune?
Orbit reaches crescendo, wrapped around sunlit astronomy. Emotion unscripted, decipherable in each solitary pulse of the nebulas. Welded threads unite a scattered anatomy of luminescence, all directly inhaled.
Director of this motionless choreography approaches the rim of glowless familiarity, reminiscing.