#spacekin stuff

[rutaskadi]

lmao ofc i know i’m not LITERALLY outer space but if it feels right to identify with galaxies and stars and black holes and it helps a mentally ill kid cope???? why do u care son

[whtgrssboy]

PART 1: Nebulae

  I remember you.

A highly improbable spectre of thought,

Seven hundred and thirty point eight hours,

Is the space of time it took,

To remember the pattern

Of words that gape and seal and heal,

And turn us into beginnings.

But I swear I have memorised you,

Far easier than anyone I’ve known,

Even the ones that have known me eleven thousand hours or more,

I know the layout of your name,

If I were blind or deaf or dead I will always remember your face.

  They say we start as stars,

That gravitate downwards and settle in forms,

Accompanied by iron and calcium and vitamin D,

And float down and embed themselves in our veins,

Burying inside us like shattered glass.

  It’s often talked of;

That we are all stardust and that

Dead entities loved us enough to breath us awake,

But things also begin,

And where do our stories create?

And that is where I first greet you.

  I remember your face like my mirror,

Sibling of creation,

Nebula sheltered us until we grew armour,

And I said goodbye on the way out,

And I remembered you,

And I never fail to remember you.

  Millennia pass in absence in the dark,

We learn to breathe our own life too,

Orbiting balls of matter that need us,

But if billions are blinks then centuries are heartbeats,

And a millennium is the pinch

Of a watch hand against my wrist,

Because as long as I exist so do you.

  We fail and we stutter but still we belong,

End up in obscurities,

Not unlucky enough to become black holes,

But large enough to turn into light explosion,

And then we fall back,

And we fall down to planets,

The irony is not ignored.

  We wake up and I know you,

I cannot see your face any longer,

But I carry you in my bones;

In the junctions of my knees and elbows and spine,

And when I see your shape or your face or your words,

I remember your name as louder than a voice,

Louder than a supernova,

Ringing in my bones and blaring in my eyes,

I’ll carry you bones until the end,

And you are immortal once again.

    PART 2: Binary System

  I have said it before and I’ve said it again,

I’ve told you my memories I’ve told you of you,

But in this story we do not quite part ways,

We bump and leave perhaps,

But coexistence never leaves,

And we collide and last forever.

  Stars can live beside each other,

Havoc in their systems,

But they raise each other up,

And pull apart the comets,

That bruise the tender skin and disappear inside the gold,

Of its victim’s flesh.

  In a moment of contact and orbit,

Together they follow and lead and share the path,

And in the slightest of occasions,

They continue to exist.

  It is a phenomenon of close binary systems,

The orbits grow closer

The blood grows warmer,

And one's face is an unforgettable footprint on the other’s mind,

And that is how they dissect,

With careful knowledge and love,

Building fortresses tall with protection.

  These binaries orbit and orbit nearer,

And sometimes they brush stories,

And with a push-pull of lives they enter the other,

They forget how to exit,

And to tell the truth they don’t care,

Because gold and blue and red are the spreads of life,

And isn’t it nice to know they’re there!

  When they finally, if ever, discover an inescapable exit,

Part of them is always left behind,

And the jigsaw never fits anymore,

The ghost of their face is still a ghost,

But one can’t forget,

That we are stardust,

And we continue.

  END.

  -S.E.E

[rorbison]

*Sees pictures of nebulas* 

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