Constantly wondering around in your own universe with the urge to run away. Never stoping the monotone rotational motion.
Creating walls to protect yourself from falling stars, with no idea that you are running toward a black hole.
Your axis seems troubled because an explosion hit your skin, but deep down something else much bigger is bothering you.
You feel safe only when you let your imagination flow.
Spending hours, that seem like fraction of seconds, trying to express and to describe that black hole.
You feel lost but somehow full of a nostalgic hope – you look up and see all the other universes around you.
Your lack of courage is stopping you from realising that you’ll find the escape when universes will collide.
Till then, you are going to draw senses that will never be so pigmented in your reality.
“Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.” – Stephen Hawking