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CartographyThey say the void stares back into youbut I've been given no such reciprocation countless light years of absolutely nothing to stimulate my withered fucking senses The novelty of space wears thin much like my patience the black canvas of the void stretches forever but my lifespan is finite How does one cope with their own limitations? so much to explore yet so little within reach just once I'd like something to be within my grasp to give meaning to this endeavour The novelty of space wears thin much like my patience the black canvas of the void stretches forever and my demise draws ever closer The stars are like embers sizzling away like the debris of a downed aircraft over the sea I'm sick of this constant state of tedious paralysis a thousand different choices might as well be none might as well be none And what if the stars collapse before my distant arrival? calculations are too imprecise to make an informed decision I was not ready to deal with this to be thrust out into space I wish things could stay as they were when things fucking made sense The vector's been set and I'm on my way I don't know what I'll find but I cannot stay a thousand choices? there are only two compete on the universe's terms or mine own |