Lungs are meant to collapse
in time with the stars,
so do not rush them.
Do not further destroy your galaxy.
Pain, will only travel at the speed of sound
and silence will be its destination.
What a beautiful thing silence is.
Float until you find a universe worthy of you.
Bask in it's warmth until you become a Sun
Which the cold feels abandoned by,
only pulls close what it wants;
a lesson to learn from black holes
and those too,
will clear from your vision.
This will take time.
Patience is a virtue
even in the vastness of this space.
Remember what lies ahead of you
Just as much as what tethers you to this life.
You will find home again,atmospheric or otherwise
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