Why do we fall apart when we’re not together?
Why does this void defy gravity. Is there an end to this?
Perhaps infinity isn’t as beautiful as we thought. Maybe it’s terrifying.
It’s too cruel that the void disappears only when we’re together. How is this sustainable?!
Universe, what the fuck do you want me to do. What do you want for me to gain or lose? Do I jump in the void and free-fall forever. Do I push through the pain of having one foot in the black hole. Or, do I float to the moon for safety while the remnants of me stitch themselves back together?
Fuck you, black holes.
