Black holes exist in more than the cosmic outer space.
My mind is a galaxy and sometimes my rocketship finds those rips of nothingness and there isn't a something to pull me out.
When I was younger, black holes were the end of the world.
Sign my death certificate, it's over.
I've grown a lot and now I understand black holes to be worm holes.
It hurts a lot to cease existing and stare blindly through crying eyes wondering why is what and when.
Sometimes it's moments of falling.
Sometimes it's months cascading down.
But never has there been a time I didn't see the other side.
I've reached for others hands and many tried so hard to pull me up.
I am my own God and I always tell myself, faintly, "You are the answer."
But that sweet voice knows I must ride out each chapter of the everlasting space voyage I'm on.
Black holes, worm holes, asteroids, and glory.
There's an example of every emotion and it's not always joy.
Death wants me so badly and sometimes I think I'll accept the nothingness of black holes.
But, there's not been one strong enough to hush my inner strength.
I am a sentient being.
I see and hear all.
Part of loving, giving, hoping, and needing.
My journey must continue until the final worm hole. #peaceloveandhippiebeats #poetbytrade #loveratheart #poetry #happytabby #wormholes #flyon