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space isn’t just emptiness,
it’s a living, breathing expanse.
there is no silence here—
not truly. it hums with a living
cosmic heartbeat,
a low, thrumming pulse
of stars colliding, galaxies twisting.
it’s too vast for my eyes to truly see,
to cast off this heavy cloak of skin,
to become pure energy.
to be a star—
a furnace of light,
wrapped in the softness of
nothingness, burning to simply exist.
i imagine myself unraveling,
losing the edges that define me,
until i am nothing but light—
stretched across the cosmos,
weaving through nebulas, swimming
through my world that once turned to ash.
oh, to be so bright that it blinds those with eyes.
i would be weightless,
suspended in oblivion,
my heat radiating out in every
direction until
there is nothing left of me but stardust.
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