Life is an illusion if nobody understands you. If you cant share your feelings, your emotions, your toughs, is life really something that matters? What is life if you cant help others when they need you most
Cold
It is cold
WhWhere are we? What are we? Dark space, wast, cold and lifeless. But even in this inhospitable place hope exists. On background, a small blue dot is seeable. It is moving at rather slow pace.
We dont know who we are. We dont know what we are. Where are we flying and from where are we fleeing Small blue body is moving toward nearest star. We dont remember how long are we running nor what are we running from. All that remains now is that feeling. Traveling from star to star to remain awake. Remain alive. Body stops near corona. Wound from times past are healing again but what happened can never be fully healed again.
Body starts moving again. It is alive but it dont have a life. What happened is forgotten. Memories are lost. Now only felling of deep sadness, which can be felt even from afar, remains.