It's quiet up here. And I mean QUIET. Like, echoes of the universe quiet. Standing on this star, I can't tell if the silence is a comfort or if it tightens the chest with a silent scream wrapped around it.
Do you ever wonder if the stars listen? I mean really listen, to the whispers of space dust like it was lullabies? They might hear it all from up high, but then again, do they care? Do they laugh or weep as the stardust wanders aimlessly, just like me?
If you sit down on a comet tail and look out, you'll see things drift by that make you question every little thought you've ever had about why you're here. Somewhere, hidden in the folds of the universe, are answers; we just don't know what questions to ask.
Ever thought about taking a ride on an asteroid? I wouldn't recommend it. They're like the crazies of the solar system, bouncing around without a care for the laws of orbit or time.