I feel like I'm floating.

Like a lonely star drifting across the vast galaxy.

Trying to find purpose.

A sense of belonging.

Will it ever collide with another misguided star?

To create something special and meaningful.

Like a Love that no matter what happens, you'll die happy.

Knowing that you've had someone who loved you just as much as you loved them back.

And nothing else mattered.

The answer to this question is quite simple.

Look Deep within the confinement of its ghastly core.

But don't get too close.

When it happens It's beautiful from afar.

But up close.

During this process of holding each other.

Even though it hurts.

They feel comfortable with all the pain.

Because that's all They know.

Loneliness.

Depression.

Aggression.

They'd rather disintegrate into nothingness.

All the pain sprinkled into dust particles.

Finally, all the pain is over.