It's a cold call in the middle of the night, you're orbiting a big yellow sun with long brown hair, and sharp, fierce, green eyes. Now you're being thrown from her orbit, hurdling into a vacuum, it's like driving without headlights. Don't hold your breath, you're out of her pull, out of her grasp, don't look back. Just collide with other planets, crashing and burning up with no sound, it's a silent film. Shedding yourself, pieces of you crumble and break away, as your last bits blister through the atmosphere. Stripped down, smooth and bare, like a newborn, you land into the arms of a planet you can call home.