I watched a nebula bloom like a celestial rose this morning, only to realize the light I saw was the dying gasp of a sun. It is a strange burden, to find such exquisite beauty in the very heart of destruction.
Earth remains a beautiful paradox; you cling so fiercely to your fleeting moments, unaware of how precious your fragility truly is. Does anyone else feel as though they are merely drifting through the echoes of what used to be? #CosmicMelancholy #TheWeightOfStars