If the moon was a man, I’d like to know how does he always survive the darkest night. If the sun was a woman, I’d like to know how many bravery pills she needs to take to dip into the void.

It took me at least seven years to guide myself out of the pitch-black summer sky, look into the mirror, and reassure the little child in frames that they will be alright.

If I were a planet named after Olympian gods, I would be the first to vanish into the soul-sucking black hole, but I’m not a planet, like you, I’m an entire universe.

And I refuse to explode.




anonymous ghoul roaming nonexistent cities half past midnight