Favourite Colour Gray

 She was truly alone. There was no one like her, no one who truly understood her. This was pleasing. It was lonely. It was what she knew. She had given up on trying to explain herself. She had stopped looking for people like her. She settled down and waited. People came and talked to her. They would have conversations that were boring and dull. They were tiring for her. She didn't like to exert energy on tasks such as sustaining conversation. Her mind was more useful else where. She'd thought of leaving, she was sure that there was better and that she could fine it. On her own. Because she was alone and independent specious that others found fascinating.They liked to watch her, observe her. Little did they know, she obverted them as well. She looked through the window of her hard shell. No one was ever allowed in. She was okay with herself. She loved herself. But no one would appreciate her true self, no one but ****** the one whom she had know her whole life, without ever realizing it. She was stuck, she wanted nothing more but to leave, but she was needed. She was the only who could save ***** protect *****. This wasn't what she wanted but it was her job. The job she couldn't quit. She couldn't be happy until ***** was and she knew it. She was content in being the thing that was constant and would always be there. She spent her time imagining what could be. How she  would one day finally live her life. She would sit and watch out the windows of her house and smile, happily imagining the coulds. For a while, until she looked around. She took out the plans she had made years ago containing the train and bus schedule from 1919. It was a tad late. But it was better then never. She walked to the door, suit case in hand. Smiling she opened the door. Taking in a breath of the fresh forest air around her. No one for miles, the solitude she had loved. Snow graced the ground with elegance she could no longer muster. Her small heel clicked out onto the porch, slipping on ice she fell. She never again stood, never again dreamed, never again thought about tomorrow,the adventures she was certain she would one day have never came.She never lived.

A Self-Luminous Celestial Body Consisting of a Mass of Gas

I had always seen myself as a star; I wanted to be a galaxy.

Twyla Tharp

“...And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.” 

― Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics 

“I am the Constellation of my own” 

― Oksana Rus 

“How does it feel to be a part of this beautifully ingenious design. I have faith that there is a chosen moment in which my soul will expand infinitely free from time and space. Some may find that foolish but I have reasons for my beliefs that are uniquely my own. There are hundreds of billions of galaxies making up the universe. Earth is only one planet of billions orbiting inside just one of these 500,000 billion or more galaxies. And I myself am one person. One of over seven billion people living on our dynamic little planet. Instead of being diluted by this infinitesimal proportion I accept it as a challenge and I use science to strengthen my spirituality. It provokes curiosity and redefines my view of logical thinking. I believe that existence is based on the exchange of energy and functionality. Energy is expended to carry out varying tasks ensuring the function of an organism. This is evident in every life form and has been the founding principle supporting lifetimes of discoveries. Energy is spent with purpose. I can't help but draw the conclusion that the energy required to create the universe itself was done so for a purpose. You and I were created with a purpose. -Tavia Rahki Smith”  

 Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

Carl Sagan

Used & Abused

I care.
I care about you,
   like the little bird who flew.

I would carry you home,
   you would no longer need to roam.

I would lift you high,
   up to the sky.

I would be your wall,
   never let you fall.

I could be your friend.
   who's time you could spend.

I would have been the one you needed,
   I even pleaded.

I would have been the light,
   you know I'm right.

I did care.
I can't care,
   because I can no longer bare,
   your hateful glare.