moons, planets, stars, galaxies. black holes and nebulae, supernova and the silent howl of the planets dotted across the galaxy as she knows it, and beyond to the universe. when she sleeps, outside of the nightmares and terrors that torture her mind, she hears the whispers of the worlds beyond, the stars calling to her. come home. and she is tempted, each time, to join them in peace. take a ship in the dead of night and fly off into oblivion. she would die like that, but without fear. the thought brings her a sense of calm.
“then it… would be easy,” she says slowly, trying to find the proper words, “to get lost in ourselves.”
tone slightly questioning, fingers lifting to push hair behind her ear. “to never fully understand others, if all we see are the stars in their eyes.”
He is star stuff, and galaxies swam within him. Just as it did in everyone else, it only seemed to be more literal in his case. Infinite impossibilities made possible by thought. The brain is an endless wonder where galaxies and universes are born in seconds, destroyed in milliseconds, and reborn in nanoseconds. He is one with the cosmos, an impossible thing made possible.
“It was meant to be inspiring.” He chuckles, “That we are full of possibilities and endless chances. That we are beautiful as stars. But perhaps what you say holds true too, yet I do not think that we were meant to ever fully understand any one person.”
