Galaxy Bed
Isn't it going to be even more lonely?
To lie down with the stars?
Clinging to them, but they're too out of reach?
It's artificial-the texture, but the concept of sleeping with the stars is beautiful, but being in space. That in itself is a wide and breaching truth. If anything it only serves to bring loneliness. When that crashes down onto you and you're suffocating at the realization that, with all that space you're lost and the gravitational pull that once sought you is now cut off. Broken, intact, and torn. Yes you may have all the stars, but if anything it's only a reminder of how much lonely you are, and that the stars are dead.
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