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| Continued Orbit |
| Life as a satellite. Orbiting around some unknown mass in the deep, penetrating darkness of the cold and empty universe. Going round and round until the end of time spinning out of control rotating around myself while revolving around my sun never knowing whom I am facing or to whom I am turning my back in which direction I am traveling or will be traveling next. Sometimes finding myself distracted and pulled off course by neighboring bodies but always attracted and eternally attached to that one entity. The sun that warms me burns me if I get to close and condemns me to freeze if I drift away. Little room for error when dealing with the sole source of my life. Can neither embrace nor run from it. An inescapable destiny to follow blindly hurling through the lonely emptiness . . . sometimes wanting to stop to take a break-- --or at least slow down but knowing it's not a possibility. Because if I slow down if I lose any inertia at all to do so would force me to shoot out of orbit and lose the only lingering grasp I have on the only world I know my sun. To lose all I know all that ever meant or will ever mean anything to me. To have it ripped away. And to disappear from view. From light. From life. Into forever. And oblivion. Just another satellite. That's all I am. |
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