I have to concentrate just to fill up lungs again on the exhale. My red giant heart has imploded into black hole density. I know what it’s all for. I see and know the growth I’m about to be propelled into. I feel myself understanding.
Is there life after black hole-ism? I’ll find out. All I have to do is to force myself to keep breathing tonight, for tomorrow.
I feel old. Fucking old and fucking tired.