Sunday, August 11, 2019

— huesoflife

When I die, I will make a home in the cosmos. A house made of stardust, forever cascading upon me a cocoon removed from reality. In the neighborhood of galaxies, stars will greet me. In the splendor of its beauty, will rise a soul that never could on Earth.

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