The Second mini-series is here–and the theme is SPACE!!! GET HYPED. Stay tuned for more poems later this week about stars, black holes and supernovas.
Every night I think to myself: will it be death or dawn? And Every night I let the stars decide. The Greeks thought their Gods lived in the stars. Most civilizations have looked upwards for answers. They pointed out constellations and figures in the skies that point to some higher power watching over them. They were flickers of something better and bigger than this world. But, now we look to them and see what is really there—empty space. Sometimes spheres of fire and gas. But mostly black nothingness. Strangely, the realization that nothing is out there and that the holy heavens are empty is comforting.
xoxo Tessa Rose ❤