Stars shrinking into oblivion, it’s all black and so are my eyes. The speed I’m moving at, slightest of touch can turn me into a jelly, flesh and bones splattered in a second. Planets roll like marbles; the gas giants, near-far, far-near. I smell sulfur. When you go beyond up and above, there are no directions, only the path. Destinations are light years apart. The velvet blanket smothers my breath yet I move ahead, there are constellations to see and zodiacs that speak. There was a world I had always known, there is one that I’ll never know. What am I to do with myself but drift in space like debris?
“Is anybody out there?” Is a futile scream. The vacuum is my home. It’s all there is.