been said that most black holes are the result of the death of a large star that died in a supernova explosion, and I’m not sure why I can’t help but find comfort in that. Something so bright and beautiful, something that we used to look up at and make wishes on, explodes into darkness, and becomes a black hole, where time doesn’t exist, and no light can reach. And I wonder if that's
what happened to me, I wonder if people kept making wishes on me that I couldn't
make come true, I wonder if all the bright parts of myself are nothing more than emptiness now, I wonder if I will exist as a mystery in peoples lives, one they just didn’t have the means to figure out, and unravel. Black holes are hard to find, no one knows if there are ten million or a billion in the Milky Way, and no one knows how many of us have exploded into ourselves, taking the light with us, and finding ourselves only able to whisper the wishes we couldn’t carry out. We are exploding stars, we are unprecedented light, and we are fading to dark faster than morning light."
—laceerainspoetry #laceerain #death #fuckherion #heroin #universe #shininglight #love #life