Found In a Blackhole

 

Call out to me in this dense abyss of darkness where light has become a taboo and where life has become a myth.

I will give a loud cry but you will fail to hear it because the sound of my voice has been scattered rashly across the fabrics of time.

Give me a sign to assure me that you will bring me back to the days where we danced in the sun and flew kites over the vast blue sky.

For I dwell in the very core of something that holds my soul hostage

And the gates of my eyes can no longer hold back these tears from the intensity of suffocation that gravity commands on my mortal body. 

I have lost touch of space and time and every memory I have, seemed to have collapsed like the sands at the beach.

My only remedy is to find the most sacred particle of sand in this avalanche of probability. 

In my attempt to get back to you my darling,

I buried myself deep in the blackness and vastness of zillions of events that could possibly connect me to your reality. 

But reality is a spectrum and man is in a constant search of something that was never lost.

Here and now in the many frames of existence, we exist as one. The veil is torn after prolonged calculations. 

We found each other in a dying star.

What you might call a blackhole.