Singularity
I exist like a singularity pressed into the center of my own universe — dense with feeling, dense with memory, dense with every unspoken thing that never found a place to land. Around me, the galaxy turns in its impossible …
I exist like a singularity pressed into the center of my own universe — dense with feeling, dense with memory, dense with every unspoken thing that never found a place to land. Around me, the galaxy turns in its impossible …