By the time earth is finished making it’s. rounds on all sides of the sun my brain has already calculated twice a billion ways to stretch myself thin between the moon and the stars. I’ll settle for the ambivalence that links my emotions and the atmosphere; to submit to the gravity of what the world could be. All while knowing who I should be, I float higher and higher in the opposite direction . So the empyrean can cradle my chaos, quietly without judgement. The only reason I live is for the credible fact we will all return back into stardust and be spread out equally between all corners of the sky.