I have arrived.
In the spaces between everything.
Suspended in both the sweet bliss and stark horror
the nothingness can bring.
I've searched  and scoured the astral plane
for pieces of you.
But your energy remains like a strange galactic dew.

Or do your soul's remnants exist solely
in the confines of my mind?
Is the universe really that unkind?
Don't answer.

There is never definitive proof that there is more.
I'm tangled in the eternal dissection of the mysteries
that hound my core.