Comforting

November 12th 2020 by avokado

All the time we travel through the emptiness of space on this rock. Clinging hard onto it, counting on the gravity to look after us, trying not to think of the inevitability of death. Only the distant stars watching over us.

counting on the gravity

But yet we are destined to hope for something unreachable. It's not our choice. And that's quite comforting. 

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