I swear its not the way they told us it was
They said it was dead dark and empty
But I promise that you’ll never feel more alive
What they never told us was that the stars are more than fragments
You don’t know how bright they are until you’ve actually seen one
Alive and shining in her monumental glory
Until she becomes nothing more than dust
Its an addicting cycle that comes to you silently in the darkness
I’m sorry that I came back home like this and I’ve never been more convinced
That space is more full than any life we could have here
But now I’m sick and its nothing that can be helped
Its not a matter of white blood cells
You’ll have to inject me with something else now
And if thats the way it has to be then so be it
But you can’t see the stars from here the same way
The way her eyes started to dim was close enough
I’m sorry officer I forgot sound carried so far
*~W.C.