Space dust.

It’s back

And I’m embracing it. Falling in. Holding onto the deep. The dark. The stars and ocean inside. It’s mine. It’s my place. It’s toxic, full of chemicals and love and war.

Full of the rotting scent of decay. Old memories, old secrets. The ones that I try to focus on ignoring. Spend all my energy shutting out. Reminding myself to be here.

But it’s exhausting.

And with happiness, comes despair.

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