There is an irony in submerging yourself in the ways of the universe progressively and ever so fervently..yet desperately yearning for a metaphorical portal that will lead you to the next. A wistful breeze that will blow you to a better reality. One that metamorphoses you into a different compilation of atoms and stardust. Quite literally, we are but the heart of a star. Every element that you wish to eradicate was once one with our galaxy. Our ever so beautiful cordial cosmos. Yet here you are wishing that things were different. You were blessed with unique components exclusive to you and instead, you have wished of not a star, not the planets, but anything in between. Anything that does not mean this very instant. Forget the vibrant colors and brightness that our terrene has to offer. You would trade it all for the blackness and the silence.